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 easy in my

at the Jazz Star
He really some guts
Playing from to midnight
Surviving on

Selling by the dozen
sold his tenor to make 'em
With artwork designed by his
And liner by his mother

what to do, miming to a tape
While a team of experts 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 dates with the pretty
Maybe next year I'll to be gay
I'll sell some records in a flash that way

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

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

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

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

Where's the ground?
It's hard to make a living you own true sound
What am I going to tread?
What the would I do instead?

may be no tours in Roma
Or a drug-induced designer
No teenage when show is over
I prefer my older

I don't know what I'm talking about
Sometimes it would be nice to 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

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