Luyện nghe bài hát Reheated Pop!

Buy my full-length
My packaged disembodied shriek
Converted to ring tones in car ads
Sung by winged gnomes over the of Dick Clark
Cover pages graced by the chiseled abs
Of this now charred slab of pop diva
as the head of Biz Mark
Spliced on top of Kitty
On a virtual land with a hip-kink
It's to my song and committed to telecine
And the nothing left of me is left to bask in a camera

never been so successful 'till I died
And my label my heavenly chariot
Pre-board
I die in a hail of gunfire
I died doing extreme sports at a
On a bungee on a ski jump
No need to ask how a dead can be a label's cash cow
They just record me months before on string chords
Add an R&B
Hit a keyboard key to
Even I'm dead

I was booked on a
To exhaust notes dressed a cockroach
Now I'm cooked and ate a fork and knife
As your pop sensation

I'm framed a caption reading "prog-rap"
And given open-handed god
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 they know I'm dead
And their complaints are small and
My autopsy was and shot on a webcam
I'm a dead man with golden blood in my

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