Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus of Suburbia

[Green Day

[Part 1: of Suburbia]

I'm the son of and love
The of Suburbia
the bible of "none of the above"
On a diet of
Soda pop and
No one ever for my sins in hell
As far as I can
At least the I got away with

And there's wrong with me
This is how I'm to be
In the land of believe
That don't in me

Get my fix
on my crucifix
The living in my private womb
While the moms and Brads are
To in love and fall in debt
To and cigarettes and
Mary
To keep me
And doing someone else's

And there's wrong with me
This is how I'm to be
In a of make believe
That believe in me

[Part 2: Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth in the lot
Of the 7-11 I was taught
The motto was a lie
It says "home is where your is," but what a shame
Cause everyone's heart doesn't the same
It's beating out of

City of the
At the end of lost highway
Signs to nowhere
City of the
Lost children with dirty today
No one seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom
Like the holy scriptures of the shopping
And so it seemed to
It didn't say much, but it confirmed
That the of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really less

of the dead
At the end of another lost
misleading to nowhere
City of the
Lost children with faces today
No one really to care

3: I Don't Care]

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

I care

is so full of shit
Born and by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never
From the to the grave
We are the of war and peace
From to the middle east
We are the and disciples of
The Jesus of
of make believe
And that believe in me
Land of make
And I believe
And I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!

4: Dearly Beloved]

Dearly beloved, are you
I can't a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I
The space in between insane and insecure
Oh, therapy, can you fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just
perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my excuse

[
Part 5: Tales Of Another Home]

To and not to breathe
Is to die in
To run, to run
To find what you
And I leave
This hurricane of fucking

I lost my to this
This that don't exist
So I run, I run
To the of masochist
And I leave
hurricane of fucking lies
And I this line
A million and one times
But not this

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

leaving...
leaving...
leaving...
Ah you're home...