Luyện nghe bài hát Indictment

I just wrote the song. It's gonna be a sing along. All our friends
clap and sing. Our enemies will laugh and be pointing. It won't bother
me, what the thoughtless are thinking, I am more with what we're
drinking. They'll laugh it at the warehouse, saying I'm so lame. It
itself. You can keep the blame. It'll be a happy song. Not unlike some
other ones. While everyone's depressed and broke, I get high off your
jokes. They're colossal. They're tousling all the worried hair. up there.
So crazy it just might work. Then quit our jobs. We could be the next
group that you rob. There are times for being dumb. This be one of them.
I'd like to know what's so wrong with a stupid, happy song? It says
things in nothingness. It gives me space to think, I guess. To think less
And less. Moving and tracking charts. Will they ever learn? It isn't who
you know, it's who you burn. It means nothing. Selling to other kids. If
you think we changed our tune, I we did.