Luyện nghe bài hát Phoney Smiles & Fake Hellos

You, yeah you, you
You got a cardboard soul
Just a power-tripping, mind-raping, junkie
Thinking hype is true

You, yeah you, you
Respect ain't a you know
You're just a fabricated lie that doesn't
Dropping names you go

Life's smiles and fake hellos
The rush of watching heads roll
As I dig your grave and kill lifeless stare
yourself for all I fucking care

You, yeah you, you
Thinking you it all
Thirty-five years old with a wife and two
Still living in your home

You, yeah you, you
A sellout and a whore
You'd sell mother's soul just to get ahead
A disease to the core

phoney smiles and fake hellos
The hardcore rush of heads roll
As I dig grave and kill your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I care

You, yeah you, you
Still figured what it is you do
Just a no talent nothing a ten ton ego
your fifteen minutes are through

You, you, yeah you
A conscience deaf and
I'm driving the hearse without
Killing you and your

Life's phoney smiles and hellos
The hardcore rush of watching heads
I dig your grave and your lifeless stare
Fuck yourself for all I fucking