Luyện nghe bài hát I Want to Be a Popstar

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

Look at the Jazz
He really some guts
Playing seven to midnight
Surviving on

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

Told what to do, to a tape
While a team of experts 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 next I'll pretend to be gay
I'll sell more records in a flash that way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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