Luyện nghe bài hát Time To Pretend

I'm feeling rough, I'm raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but else can we do?
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the commute?

Forget about our mothers and our
fated to pretend
To
We're fated to
To

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and up worms
I'll miss the of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there's nothing, nothing we can do
Love be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will children, we'll get a divorce
We'll some more models, everything must run its course.

We'll choke on our vomit and will be the end
We fated to pretend
To
fated to pretend
To

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,