Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus of Suburbia

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[Part 1: Jesus of

I'm the son of and love
The of Suburbia
From the of "none of the above"
On a steady of
pop and Ritalin
No one died for my sins in hell
As far as I can
At the ones I got away with

And there's nothing with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In the of make believe
That believe in me

Get my fix
Sitting on my
The room in my private womb
While the moms and Brads are
To fall in love and fall in
To and cigarettes and
Jane
To keep me
And doing else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make
That believe in me

[Part 2: City Of The

At the center of the in the parking lot
Of the where I was taught
The was just a lie
It says "home is your heart is," but what a shame
Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the
It's out of time

of the dead
At the end of lost highway
Signs misleading to
of the damned
Lost with dirty faces today
No one really seems to

I the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy of the shopping mall
And so it seemed to
It say much, but it only confirmed
That the of the earth is the end of the world
And I really care less

City of the
At the end of another lost
misleading to nowhere
City of the
Lost children dirty faces today
No one really seems to

[Part 3: I Don't

I don't if you don't
I don't care if you
I don't if you don't care
I don't care if you
I don't care if you
I don't care if you care

I care

Everyone is so of shit
Born and by hypocrites
recycled but never saved
From the to the grave
We are the kids of war and
From to the middle east
We are the and disciples of
The of Suburbia
Land of believe
And don't believe in me
of make believe
And I believe
And I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!

[Part 4: Dearly

Dearly beloved, are you
I can't a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I
The that's in between insane and insecure
Oh, therapy, can you fill the void?
Am I or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand
For of a better word, and that's my best excuse

[
Part 5: Tales Of Another Broken

To live and not to
Is to die in
To run, to run
To what you believe
And I leave
hurricane of fucking lies

I my faith to this
This town that don't
So I run, I run
To the light of
And I behind
This of fucking lies
And I walked this
A and one fucking times
But not this

I don't feel any shame, I won't
When there ain't you can go
Running from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from broken...home

leaving...
leaving...
leaving...
Ah leaving home...