Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus of Suburbia: Jesus of Suburbia/City of the Damned/I Don't Care

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I'm the son of and love
The Jesus of
The bible of of the above
On a steady of
Pop and Ritalin
No one ever for my
in hell
As far as I can
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make
That don't in me

Get my fix
Sitting on my
The living room in my womb
the Moms and brats are away
To in love and fall in debt
To and cigarettes
And Mary
To keep me
Doing someone cocaine

And there's wrong with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a of make believe
don't believe in me

At the center of the
In the lot
Of the 7-11 I was taught
The motto was a lie

It says is where your heart is
But what a
Cause heart
Doesn't beat the
It's beating out of

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

I the graffiti
In the stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping
And so it seemed to

It say much
But it only confirmed
The of the earth
Is the end of the
And I really care less

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

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

I care

Everyone's so full of
Born and by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never
From the to the grave
We are the kids of war and
From Anaheim to the Middle
We are the stories and of
The of suburbia

Land of make
And it believe in me
Land of make
And I don't
And I care!

Dearly beloved are you
I can't remember a word that you saying
Are we or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and

Oh therapy, can you please fill the
Am I retarded or am I just
Nobody's perfect and I accused
For of a better word, and that's my best excuse

To live, and not to
Is to die, in
To run, to run
To find, what you

And I behind
This of fucking lies
I my faith to this
town that don't exist
So I run, I run
To the lights of

And I, leave
This hurricane of fucking
And I, this line
A million and one fucking
But not time

I feel any shame
I wont
When ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from
you've been victimized
Tales from another home

Oh leaving
You're
You're
Are you home?