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

They know got nothing to lose
if you'd had a chance you would've lost that too
Dazzled by the of the self-made man
They hold out shiny things and they slap your hand
not what you are, it's not what you do
It is what you've got and who screw
Your boot straps were before you arrived

Throw my hands up at this world
People get shot for clothing
The best dressed genocide

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

You the images on your t.v.
It's full of plastic who you'll never be
They want you to feel ugly it sells more shit
you've got to measure up or else 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 over you arrived

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

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