Luyện nghe bài hát LAX

hey, elitists L.A.: Los Angeles, CA
you who you are.
you drive in cars.
your exceeds my rent.
listen to what i to say, remind
everyday. let's get the message on it's way
well of all, fuck your fucking attitudes.
how can you be so rude. you fucking look 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 anything you want, mommy's dressed up runt. you're fucking lounging in
daddy's fucking mansion. and all your stupid names, blair and tatus that's fucking lame. z.a.c. does not spell zack,
what the is with all that?
you think you're so fucking impressive, if you get name on a fucking guest 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 do my pants match my eyes? do my eyes look
good tonight? will this place be cool enough? your hair looks oh so tough. this looks so good for us. tonight my
buy me love.
(X2)

and fuck all of your deceiving what your heart fake fucking bleeding. and all the girls you lay on your mat, are the
same girls you fucking laugh at. and fuck your fake ass world, and all your handed out fucking thrills. some of us
we have to work hard, just to get our little part. and maybe your 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 this check support this tour? will this tour lose my job? 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 wonder tonight you alright. and i'm sorry if my mind is occupied, i'm
trying to forget to why.

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