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 rage and
The Jesus of
The bible of of the above
On a steady of
Pop and Ritalin
No one died for my
Sins in
As far as I can
At least the ones that I got away

And there's nothing with me
This is how I'm to be
In a land of believe
That believe in me

Get my fix
Sitting on my
The living in my private womb
While the and brats are away
To fall in and fall in debt
To and cigarettes
And Jane
To me insane
Doing someone else's

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

At the of the earth
In the lot
Of the 7-11 I was taught
The was just a lie

It home is where your heart is
But a shame
Cause everyone's
Doesn't beat the
beating out of time

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

I read the
In the stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping
And so it to confess

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

of the dead
At the end of another highway
Signs misleading to
of the damned
Lost children with faces today
No one really to care

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

I care

Everyone's so of shit
Born and raised by
recycled but never saved
From the to the grave
We are the kids of war and
Anaheim to the Middle East
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 remember a word that you were saying
Are we or am I disturbed?
The space that's in insane and insecure

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

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

And I leave
This hurricane of fucking
I my faith to this
This town that don't
So I run, I run
To the of masochists

And I, leave
This hurricane of fucking
And I, walked this
A and one fucking times
But not this

I don't any shame
I apologize
there ain't nowhere you can go
Running from pain
you've been victimized
Tales another broken home

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