Luyện nghe bài hát Underbite

So how you feeling tonight?
(insert name here) from unimportant,
and I'm about to mimic image of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key.
Without the hint of irony
that I'm my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity.
So is having a good time tonight?
Good, I'm glad (I actually care less).
You guys are the best crowd we've ever seen,
seen with these old eyes.
Blind to the or even my own lies.

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

An illusion seldom spoken. An between you and I
that the ground that you stand on is less than mine.
An allusion to a home,
on the street and chilled 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 defenses for an creation.
Placing in the stocks on the strap.
You're disgracing your 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 what you write about means to you.
Rather than pure vanity, people might with sincerity.
Don't just pray the next generation learns our mistakes.
Let's not the same old performance.
content is so much more rewarding.
Let's not the same old performance.
content is so much more rewarding.
I that it might be quite cliché,
but if all the world is in a stage,
then stage, this here goddamn stage
might be all the world.