Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm tired of maturity, airport
Runnin' from the thought police, fightin' with the
Hold up, let me steal a
'Cause we're dealin' identity theft

(You an education)
I see why I got to
(You a good degree)
As to

So time, so much to be bored by
If no one along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize sense of fair play, better to obey

No child is free, oh why, it's to see
Is that an elementary or a
Huh, geez, get off my back, beat it, it to town man
Idiots go to to get dumbed down

Ooh, it leaves you
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I don't why
I may be wrong, but try

I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee
Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' the death machine
Hold 'em up, it's a arrest
And we're dealin' with identity

(You a publication)
I see why I got to
(You a press release)
As to

Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away me
How can you write we read, that ain't my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and

Oh, you guess you got an
Hiding your from the Feds
down the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)

I'm finished, and had it
And while you are at it
As far as I'm
Pluto's a planet

Ooh, you die a death
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I don't why
I may be but I'll try

I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage?
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray
Hold up, yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' identity theft

(You an occupation)
I see why I got to
(You a boss to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, late

yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of
(Where'd you get that vegan dress, a market?)
Oops, I forgot, you for Target
Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with

But I punched a man on Broadway just to him cry
Every guy I went to try I fight him but I can't think why
Bent and singed, I cringe to watch the main event
But in the end there's no success like

Ooh, it you bereft
Ooh, theft
I may be wrong, I don't why
I may be but I'll try

Because I'm of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me?
If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you
Hold 'em up, it's a street
And we're dealin' with identity

I'm tired of bein' sweet and nice
Fuck you once and fuck you
Show your passport, get that stamp funny a Nazi camp
Hold 'em up, hell yeah, confess
we're dealin' with identity theft