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 concerned with what we're
drinking. They'll laugh about it at the warehouse, I'm so lame. It
wrote itself. You can keep the blame. It'll be a happy song. Not unlike
other ones. While everyone's depressed and broke, I get off your sick
jokes. colossal. They're tousling all the worried hair. Stay up there.
So crazy it just might work. Then quit our jobs. We could be the next
that you rob. There are times for being dumb. This must be one of them.
I'd like to know what's so with a stupid, happy song? It says many
things in it's nothingness. It gives me space to think, I guess. To think
And less. Moving units and tracking charts. Will ever learn? It isn't who
you know, it's who you burn. It means nothing. kids to other kids. If
you think we our tune, I hope we did.