Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm tired of maturity, insecurity
Runnin' from the thought police, with the go-betweens
Hold up, let me steal a
'Cause we're dealin' identity 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 Harvard lawn, no one'd make a bomb
They don't you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to

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

Ooh, it leaves you
Ooh, identity
I may be wrong, I know why
I may be wrong, but try

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

(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 what we read, ain't my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and

Oh, you you got an edge
your hedge from the Feds
Puttin' 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 don't why
I may be wrong but try

Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm is Ray Bolger
up, hell 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

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

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

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

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