Luyện nghe bài hát I Want to Be a Popstar

Why is it all fakers
to make the morning papers?
They're selling records by the
Seems so in my opinion

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

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

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

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

Makes no difference if I 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 guy will write my songs
Surely there is wrong
Retiring I'm 22
With a a car and nothing to do

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

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

Where's the middle
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 in Roma
Or a drug-induced coma
No teenage girls when show is
I prefer my women

Maybe I know 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 to be a popstar, I want to be a popstar

it's too easy, to move so quickly so far
Who to be a popstar?