Luyện nghe bài hát Ramona Moraga

As if not enough
Just try to organize and above it
you'll find out what it's all about
This is not my
This is not I represent
Participation's breathing my neck
There's no way I'm in
But you're stuck living in ...

Where nothing more than meets the eye
A peaceful lie for teenage alcoholics
Unchallenged by
from history
And down by boredom
In lowered trucks and concert
It's a place for children and pets
It's a rural with no need for walls
The blind youth crawl insanely the nets
In search of
They're condemned to
Poorly planned and vocations
But you what
don't want
(Welcome to Del Taco, may I take order?)
All the of growing up
As if coping it ain't enough
You try to and rise above it
Because you found out what all about (bullsh ...)
This is not my
This is not what I
Participation's down my neck
no way I'm giving in
But still stuck living in ...

It won't let things
An upper-crust fairy tale for the and decent kids
of reality
Handed everything hatred to their G.T.I.
Ganja, kegs and games
With the cops there to out all minorities
A quiet fraud in the hills
Where means exclusivity, intolerance and hypocrisy
And the sad is
You better get to it
Because high school, it ends
to the system
(You got a with me?)
This is not our
This is not what we
Participation ain't it's at
There's no way giving in
Yet we're stuck living in
R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.
R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.
(Hey, ya from?)