Luyện nghe bài hát Super Models Don't Drink Colt 45

They know you've got nothing to
Because if you'd had a you would've lost that too
Dazzled by the image of the man
They hold out shiny things and then slap your hand
It's not you are, it's not what you do
It is what you've got and who you'll
Your boot straps were broken before you

Throw my up at this world sometimes
get shot for fucking clothing
The nation's best genocide

Style is the put your hand in your pocket
envy is the and there's no way to stop it
will reel you in everytime

You watch the on your t.v.
It's full of plastic people who never be
They want you to ugly because it sells more shit
you've got to measure up or you'll never fit
It's not you say, it's not you outlook
It is you've got, it is how you look
The pageant was before you arrived

Throw my hands up at world sometimes
carve up their fucking faces
People get sick for eyes

Sit back, don't worry nothing
Does anybody see the irony in sheep?
Yeah, that's what the world needs, more sheep
Like there aren't millions of us
already millions of us.