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
by the image of the self-made man
They hold out shiny things and then they slap your
It's not what you are, it's not you do
It is what you've got and who screw
Your straps were broken before you arrived

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

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

You the images on your t.v.
It's full of plastic people who 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 what you've got, it is how you
The pageant was over before you

Throw my hands up at this sometimes
People carve up fucking faces
People get for others eyes

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