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

They know you've got to lose
Because if you'd had a chance you would've that too
Dazzled by the image of the man
hold out shiny things and then they slap your hand
It's not you are, it's not what you do
It is what you've got and who screw
Your boot straps were before you arrived

my hands up at this world sometimes
People get shot for fucking
The nation's best dressed

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

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

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

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