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

  Of Suburbia-
 
 Part  Jesus Of Suburbia
 I'm  son of rage and love
  Jesus of Suburbia
 The bible of none  the above
 On  steady diet of
 Soda pop and 
 No  ever died for my
 Sins in 
 As far as  can tell
 At least the  I got away with
 
  there's nothing wrong with me
 This is  I'm supposed to be
 In a  of make believe
 That don't believe  me
 
 Get my television 
 Sitting on my 
 The  room on my private womb
 While the Moms and Brads  away
  fall in love and fall in debt
 To alcohol and 
  Mary Jane
 To keep  insane
  someone else's cocaine
 
 And  nothing wrong with me
 This  how I'm supposed to be
 In a land  make believe
 That don't  in me
 
  II: City of the Damned
 At  center of the earth
 In  parking lot
 Of the 7-11 were I was 
  motto was just a lie
 
 It says home is were  heart is
 But what a 
 Cause everyone's 
 Doesn't beat the 
 It's beating out  time
 
  of the damned
 At the  of another lost highway
 Signs misleading  nowhere
 City of the 
 Lost children with  faces today
 No one really seems  care
 
 I read  graffiti
 In the  stall
 Like the  scriptures of a shopping mall
 And so  seemed to confess
 
 It  say much
  it only confirmed that
 The center  the earth
 Is the end of  world
 And I could really care 
 
 City  the dead
 At the end of another  highway
 Signs misleading  nowhere
  of the damned
 Lost children  dirty faces today
 No one really seems to 
 
 Part  I don't care
 I don't care if you 
 I don't  if you don't
 I don't  if you don't care (4x)
 
  don't care.....
 
 Everyone is  full of shit
 Born and raised  hypocrites
 Hearts  but never saved
 From the  to the grave
  are the kids of war and peace
 From Anaheim  the Middle East
 We are the stories and  of
 The Jesus  suburbia
 
 Land of make 
 And it don't  in me
 Land  make believe
 And  don't believe
 And I don't care! 
 
  IV: Dearly beloved
 Dearly beloved are  listening?
 I can't remember a  that you were saying
  we demented or am I disturbed?
 The space that's inbetween  and insecure
 
 Oh therapy,  you please fill the void?
  I retarded or am I just overjoyed
  perfect and I stand accused
 For lack of a better word, and that's my  excuse
 
  V: Tales of another broken home
 To  and not to breathe
 Is to die, in 
 To run, to run 
 To find, what you 
 
 And I leave 
  hurricane of ing lies
 I lost  faith to this
 This town that don't 
 So I  ,I run away
 To  light of masochist
 
  I, leave behind
 This hurricane of ing 
 And I, walked this 
  million and one ing times
 But not  time
 
 I don't feel  shame
  wont apologize
 When there ain't nowhere you can 
 
 Running away  pain
 When you've  victimized
 Tales from another  home
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
  you're leaving home...