🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Jesus Of Suburbia - Green Day

 -Jesus Of 
 
 Part  Jesus Of Suburbia
 I'm the son of  and love
 The Jesus of 
 The bible of  of the above
 On a  diet of
 Soda pop  Ritalin
 No one ever  for my
 Sins  hell
 As far as  can tell
 At least the  I got away with
 
 And there's  wrong with me
 This is how  supposed to be
 In a land of make 
 That  believe in me
 
 Get  television fix
 Sitting on my 
 The living room on my  womb
 While the  and Brads are away
 To fall  love and fall in debt
 To alcohol  cigarettes
 And  Jane
 To keep me 
 Doing someone else's 
 
 And  nothing wrong with me
 This is how I'm supposed to 
  a land of make believe
  don't believe in me
 
  II: City of the Damned
 At the  of the earth
 In  parking lot
 Of the 7-11 were I  taught
 The motto was  a lie
 
 It says home is were your heart 
  what a shame
 Cause everyone's 
 Doesn't beat  same
  beating out of time
 
 City of  damned
 At the  of another lost highway
  misleading to nowhere
 City of the 
 Lost children with dirty faces 
 No one really seems  care
 
 I  the graffiti
 In the  stall
 Like the holy scriptures of  shopping mall
  so it seemed to confess
 
 It didn't say 
  it only confirmed that
 The center of  earth
 Is the end of  world
  I could really care less
 
  of the dead
 At the end of another lost 
 Signs misleading to 
  of the damned
 Lost children with dirty faces 
 No  really seems to care
 
 Part III: I  care
 I don't care  you don't
  don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you don't  (4x)
 
  don't care.....
 
 Everyone is so full of 
  and raised by hypocrites
 Hearts  but never saved
 From  cradle to the grave
 We are the kids of war and 
 From Anaheim to the Middle 
 We are the stories and  of
  Jesus of suburbia
 
 Land of make 
  it don't believe in me
 Land of make 
  I don't believe
 And I don't care! 
 
  IV: Dearly beloved
  beloved are you listening?
 I can't  a word that you were saying
  we demented or am I disturbed?
 The  that's inbetween insane and insecure
 
 Oh  can you please fill the void?
 Am I retarded or am  just overjoyed
 Nobody's perfect and I  accused
 For lack of a better word, and  my best excuse
 
 Part V: Tales of  broken home
 To live,  not to breathe
 Is to die,  tragedy
 To run, to  away
 To find, what  believe
 
 And I  behind
 This  of ing lies
 I  my faith to this
 This town that  exist
 So I run ,I run 
 To  light of masochist
 
 And  leave behind
 This hurricane of ing 
 And I,  this line
 A million and  ing times
 But not  time
 
 I don't  any shame
 I  apologize
 When there ain't nowhere you  go
 
  away from pain
 When you've  victimized
 Tales from another broken 
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 Ah, you're  home...