Luyện nghe bài hát I Want to Be a Popstar

Why is it all fakers
Seem to the morning papers?
They're selling by the million
Seems so easy in my

Look at the Jazz
He needs some guts
from seven to midnight
Surviving on

Selling by the dozen
sold his tenor to make 'em
With designed by his brother
And notes by his mother

Told what to do, to a tape
While a team of make sure you're looking great
a limo to your own private bar
My God, I want to be a

to get on the TV
And go on with only the pretty
Maybe next I'll pretend to be gay
I'll sell some more in a flash that way

Makes no difference if I look a nut
Every kid in the world is going to my haircut
I'll advertise some trainers, maybe a car
Shrewd product placement guarantee I'm a star

An guy will write my songs
Surely is nothing wrong
Retiring I'm 22
a house a car and nothing to do

Instantaneous satisfaction it be
Got no need for artistic
With attitude, I'm pretty sure to go far
My God, I to be a popstar

Maybe too easy, to move so quickly so far
I to be a popstar

the middle ground?
It's hard to make a living with you own sound
road am I going to tread?
What the hell I do instead?

There may be no in Roma
Or a designer coma
No girls when show is over
I prefer my women

Maybe I don't what I'm talking about
Sometimes it would be to play a place and sell out
Driving to a gig in my new sports car
My God, I want to be a popstar, I want to be a

Maybe it's too easy, to move so so far
Who wants to be a