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

They you've 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 then slap your hand
It's not you are, it's not what you do
It is you've got and who you'll screw
Your boot straps were before you arrived

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

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

You watch the images on t.v.
It's full of plastic people who you'll be
want you to feel 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 over before you

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

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