Luyện nghe bài hát Ramona Moraga

As if not enough
try to organize and rise above it
Then you'll find out 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 lie for vat-grown teenage alcoholics
Unchallenged by
from history
And down by boredom
In lowered and concert shirts
a great place for children and pets
It's a rural cage with no need for
The youth crawl insanely towards the nets
In of identity
They're condemned to
Poorly planned pregnancies and
But you know
don't want
(Welcome to Del Taco, may I your order?)
All the of growing up
As if with it ain't enough
You try to organize and above it
Because you found out what all about (bullsh ...)
This is not my
is not what I represent
Participation's down my neck
no way I'm giving in
But still stuck living in ...

It won't let change
An upper-crust fairy tale for the and decent kids
of reality
Handed everything from hatred to G.T.I.
Ganja, kegs and games
the cops there to keep out all minorities
A quiet fraud in the hills
Where means exclusivity, intolerance and hypocrisy
And the sad is
You better get to it
high school, it never ends
Welcome to the
(You got a with me?)
This is not our
This is not what we
ain't where it's at
There's no way giving in
Yet still we're stuck 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?)