Luyện nghe bài hát Identity Theft

Because I'm tired of maturity, airport
Runnin' from the thought police, fightin' 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 little time, so much to be by
If no one trod Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize your sense of fair play, to obey

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

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

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

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

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

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 still a

Ooh, you die a quick
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 female
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I'll
'Cause we're dealin' with identity

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

Yakety yak, don't whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of
(Where'd you get vegan 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 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 cringe to watch the event
But in the end no success like revenge

Ooh, it leaves you
Ooh, identity
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 theft

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