Luyện nghe bài hát I Want to Be a Popstar

Why is it all fakers
Seem to make the papers?
They're records by the million
so easy in my opinion

Look at the Star
He needs some guts
Playing from seven to
Surviving on

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

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

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 records in a flash way

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

An ugly guy will my songs
Surely there is wrong
Retiring I'm 22
With a house a car and to do

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

Maybe it's too easy, to so quickly so far
I to be a popstar

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

There may be no tours in
Or a drug-induced coma
No teenage girls show is over
I prefer my older

Maybe I don't what I'm talking about
it would be nice 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 to be a popstar?