Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

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

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

So little time, so much to be by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd 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, queasy to see
Is an elementary or a penitentiary?
Huh, geez, get off my back, beat it, take it to man
Idiots go to to get dumbed down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ooh, you die a death
Ooh, theft
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be but I'll try

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

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

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

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

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

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

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