Luyện nghe bài hát Cool Band Buzz

They want to hear good with sarcasm of Woody Allen
parents own oil rigs
They're just spoiled kids who I must aim to please
And so I'm dipped in a vat
And you this town is a tourist trap
Run by entertainment and the bureaucrats
the ultimate brain freeze
This I'm Sambo
I'm on the Channel
I'm and reading my parchment of prose
I talk of the common man and of the promised
But I'm insincere and make the doze
My head was a jar of lit
I used to viewers carsick at shows
But now I'm easily the most compromising
Oh, it's hard to keep this harlot
I and do more than schmooze
I start toes
Underground rappers like garlic cloves
But me, I'm smug and
Paid to appear at a set event
license my likeliness
Money, it heightens my flighty
I wrote the great American pop song to my respective tiny niche

I invited to your shindig
I've got no one and a low slush fund
I never expected to win big
I never for you to open my press kit

The attendance is always subpar I perform at a club or bar
Why did I to do weird shit
I steered my career off a cliff in a flaming car
So now I'm down a bottomless pit
But I'm to be optimistic
I spin microwaveable
But the label nothing
My arms are to cotton pick
Look at the portraits in my doodle sketch
Meaning and art exude with every brush
But my promises of are futile threats
I'm so sensitive my crotch is bloodsoaked
I'll African and cast a voodoo hex while in your dorm spilling all the bong water
And count the stars in the nebula until a goggleplex while selling you sticks of nag
I dumbfound in the coffee
Looking like Jean-Michel
And kill gaudy pop with dirty laundry
Acting all
Leaving kids oddly
Gentle laughter when I'm jokes at your dead pool party
I am a necromancer of an exquisite
I'll cry ten minutes in wet tennis court because I wasn't invited