Luyện nghe bài hát Underbite

So how you feeling tonight?
(insert name here) from unimportant,
and I'm about to mimic some of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key.
Without the hint of irony
that I'm flashing my pearly whites to my mediocrity.
So is everyone having a time tonight?
Good, I'm glad (I couldn't care less).
You guys are the crowd that we've ever seen,
seen with these old eyes.
Blind to the stage or my own lies.

So hey ho, go. Let's start this contemptible "rock" show.
Blinding lights to hide the up our ass in this puppet-sock show.
Two sewn on eyes, repurposed and new,
torn from an aging suit for a sense of vu.
underbite. I bite my fucking thumb,
and hope you catch a thread, and come undone.

An seldom spoken. An understanding between you and I
that the that you stand on is somehow less than mine.
An to a broken home,
left on the street and to the bone.
So hey, we still feeling
Now you our complex relationship, consumer/consumed.
You're just some kid and I'm a megalomaniac.

Shedding for an honest creation.
Placing yourself in the on the strap.
You're your effort by conforming to textbook
of music to fill in the gaps,
and bullshit.
It's bullshit. Be honest, this can't be you wanted,
if you write about means anything to you.
Rather pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity.
Don't just pray the next learns from our mistakes.
not repackage the same old performance.
Original content is so more rewarding.
Let's not the same old performance.
Original content is so more rewarding.
I that it might be quite cliché,
but if all the is in fact a stage,
then this stage, this goddamn stage
just be all the world.