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

  Of Suburbia-
 
 Part I: Jesus  Suburbia
 I'm the son  rage and love
  Jesus of Suburbia
 The  of none of the above
  a steady diet of
 Soda pop  Ritalin
 No one ever died  my
 Sins in 
 As far as  can tell
 At least the ones I got  with
 
 And there's nothing wrong  me
 This  how I'm supposed to be
 In a land  make believe
  don't believe in me
 
  my television fix
 Sitting on my 
  living room on my private womb
 While  Moms and Brads are away
 To fall in love and  in debt
 To alcohol  cigarettes
  Mary Jane
 To keep  insane
 Doing  else's cocaine
 
 And there's nothing wrong with 
 This  how I'm supposed to be
 In a  of make believe
 That don't  in me
 
 Part II: City of the 
 At the center of  earth
 In the parking 
 Of the 7-11 were  was taught
 The  was just a lie
 
 It says home is  your heart is
 But  a shame
 Cause  heart
 Doesn't beat  same
 It's beating out of 
 
 City of the 
 At the end of  lost highway
 Signs misleading to 
 City of  damned
 Lost children with dirty faces 
 No one really seems  care
 
 I read  graffiti
 In  bathroom stall
 Like the holy scriptures of  shopping mall
  so it seemed to confess
 
 It  say much
 But it  confirmed that
 The center of  earth
 Is the  of the world
  I could really care less
 
 City of the 
  the end of another lost highway
 Signs misleading  nowhere
 City of  damned
 Lost children with dirty faces 
 No  really seems to care
 
 Part III:  don't care
  don't care if you don't
 I don't care if  don't
 I don't care if you  care (4x)
 
 I don't 
 
 Everyone is so full  shit
 Born and  by hypocrites
 Hearts recycled but  saved
 From the  to the grave
 We are the kids of  and peace
 From Anaheim  the Middle East
 We are the stories and  of
 The Jesus  suburbia
 
 Land of make 
  it don't believe in me
 Land of  believe
  I don't believe
  I don't care! (5x)
 
  IV: Dearly beloved
 Dearly beloved are you 
 I can't remember a word that  were saying
  we demented or am I disturbed?
 The space  inbetween insane and insecure
 
 Oh therapy,  you please fill the void?
 Am I retarded or am I  overjoyed
  perfect and I stand accused
 For lack of a  word, and that's my best excuse
 
  V: Tales of another broken home
 To live, and not to 
 Is  die, in tragedy
 To run, to  away
  find, what you believe
 
 And I  behind
 This hurricane of  lies
 I lost my faith to 
 This town  don't exist
 So I run ,I  away
 To the light of 
 
 And  leave behind
  hurricane of ing lies
 And I, walked this 
 A million and  ing times
 But not  time
 
 I don't feel any 
 I  apologize
 When there ain't nowhere  can go
 
  away from pain
  you've been victimized
 Tales from  broken home
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 Ah,  leaving home...