Luyện nghe bài hát Who Are These People?

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
In the books I've been reading,
they say what they mean,
don't say uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,
They don't stutter, they mutter.
don't repeat themselves.
They don't themselves.
They know exactly what they're doing, know why.
Who are these people? Where do live?
They have so much to offer, have so much to give.
Who are these people? What do they know that I know?
Who are
In the movies been watching, everyone's beautiful,
Unless they're ugly and then they're ugly.
Acting like it all makes sense to be doing they do,
They act anything at all like me and you.
Who are these people? Where do they
I haven't met them in my travels, never went to with them.
Where are these keen with their perfect sentences,
Calm and collected, so of confidence?
They're not sick they're dying,
don't watch too much TV,
Their life's so that they may never get to sleep.
Who are these people? What do they know I don't know?
Who are
perfumed pages of a glossy magazine.
Swim the random channels of control.
Run a music marathon on night radio,
A family album of the people I don't know.
Who are these Where do they live?
I haven't met in my travels, never went to school with them.
Where are these minds with their perfect sentences,
and collected, so full of confidence?
Who are these people? What do they know I don't know?
Who are