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

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

Throw my hands up at this sometimes
People get for fucking clothing
The nation's dressed genocide

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

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

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

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