Luyện nghe bài hát Reheated Pop!

Buy my full-length
My colorfully packaged shriek
Converted to tones used in car ads
Sung by winged over the head of Dick Clark
Cover graced by the chiseled hard abs
Of now charred slab of dead pop diva
Recreated as the head of Biz
Spliced on top of Hello
On a virtual land with a hip-kink
It's lip-synched to my and committed to telecine
And the nothing left of me is left to bask in a flash

I've been so successful 'till I died
And my label wished my chariot
defunct
I die in a hail of gunfire
I doing extreme sports at a resort
On a bungee cord on a ski
No need to ask how a dead rapper can be a cash cow
They just record me months before on string chords
Add an R&B
Hit a key to punch
though I'm dead

I was on a fortnight
To exhaust notes dressed like a
Now I'm cooked and ate with a fork and
As reheated pop sensation

I'm framed a caption reading "prog-rap"
And given god smacks
By partisan zealots who not only think I draft-dodged
But that my back catalog is
And for it I be flogged and smacked
But little do know I'm dead already
And their complaints are small and
My autopsy was broadcast and shot on a
I'm a dead man with golden in my bedpan

But still my pop climbs
And you can buy it when you shop
Prop my lifeless body up to the podium as I accept applause
I'm an dead dude
With a pending and a celebrity love interest
I signed a movie deal to play a starring
The film crew even suspect I'm dead
I'm own martyr
I'm dead but don't unplug my charger