Luyện nghe bài hát LAX

hey, elitists L.A.: Los Angeles, CA
you who you are.
you in fancy cars.
allowance exceeds my rent.
listen to what i to say, remind
yourselves everyday. get the message on it's way
first of all, fuck your fucking attitudes.
how can you be so fucking rude. you fucking at me like when girls are
jealous. and fuck your L.A. bars, you're all a bunch of wannabe superstars. yeah, fuck your fucking act, you're a
bunch of dressed up fucking rats. you get you want, mommy's dressed up fucking runt. you're fucking lounging in
daddy's fucking mansion. and all fucking stupid names, blair and tatus that's fucking lame. z.a.c. does not spell zack,
what the fuck is with all
you think you're so fucking impressive, if you get your name on a fucking list, raise your nose to the people in
line, the doorman a fucking high five.

and they go: do my shoes match my shirt? does the shirt clash with my pants? do my pants match my do my eyes look
good tonight? will this place be enough? your hair looks oh so tough. this looks so good for us. tonight my moneys
buy me love.
(X2)

and fuck all of your deceiving what your fake heart fake bleeding. and all the girls you lay on your mat, are the
same girls you fucking laugh at. and fuck your fucking fake ass world, and all handed out fucking thrills. some of us
we have to work hard, just to get our part. and maybe your clan is not in boston, but my friends are fucking awesome.
and we'll keep on doing our best, though our lives are a mess.

and we go: will check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? without my job, where's the rent? should we all
just call it quits? a dinner date sure costs a lot. when 28 bucks is all you got. and life is at a stop. and all your
are all self-taught.
(X3)

And this is the difference between our lives. no tonight you feel alright. and i'm sorry if my mind is occupied, i'm
to forget to wonder why.

we're built up nothing. i'm trying to forget to wonder why.
(X4)