Luyện nghe bài hát I Want to Be a Popstar

Why is it all fakers
Seem to make the papers?
selling records by the million
Seems so easy in my

at the Jazz Star
He really needs guts
Playing from seven to
Surviving on

Selling records by the
Probably sold his to make 'em
artwork designed by his brother
And liner by his mother

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

to get on the TV
And go on dates with the pretty
Maybe year I'll pretend to be gay
I'll sell some more records in a flash way

Makes no if I look like a nut
kid in the world is going to copy my haircut
I'll advertise some trainers, even a car
Shrewd product will guarantee I'm a star

An ugly guy write my songs
Surely there is nothing
when I'm 22
With a house a car and to do

satisfaction it will be
Got no for artistic credibility
With this attitude, I'm sure to go far
My God, I want to be a

it's too easy, to move so quickly so far
I want to be a

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

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

Maybe I don't know what I'm about
it would be nice to play a place and sell out
Driving to a gig in my brand new 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