Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm tired of maturity, insecurity
Runnin' the thought police, fightin' with the go-betweens
Hold up, let me steal a
'Cause we're dealin' with theft

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

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

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

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

Because I'm sick of the insanity, horny manatee
like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
Hold 'em up, it's a street
And we're dealin' with theft

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

Journo-fascist profiteers, pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get from me
How can you write what we read, that my reality
You humanity, humility and fealty

Oh, you you got an edge
Hiding hedge from the Feds
Puttin' down the 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 quick
Ooh, theft
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be but I'll try

Because I'm of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage?
Lookin' for kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're with identity theft

(You an occupation)
I see why I got to
(You need a to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're

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

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

Ooh, it you bereft
Ooh, theft
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be but I'll try

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

I'm tired of bein' sweet and nice
Fuck you once and you twice
Show passport, get that stamp funny like a Nazi camp
Hold 'em up, yeah, I'll confess
'Cause dealin' with identity theft