Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

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

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

So little time, so much to be by
If no one along Harvard 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, queasy to see
Is that an or a penitentiary?
Huh, geez, get off my back, beat it, it to town man
go to college 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' with the machine
'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're with identity theft

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

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

Oh, you you got an edge
your 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
still a planet

Ooh, you die a quick
Ooh, theft
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be wrong but try

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

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

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

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

Ooh, it you bereft
Ooh, theft
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 Jesus Christ is in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'?
Hold 'em up, a street arrest
And we're dealin' with theft

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