Học Tiếng Anh Qua Bài Hát Có Phụ Đề: Jesus Of Suburbia

-Jesus Of Suburbia-
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\r\nPart I: Jesus Of Suburbia
\r\nI'm the son of rage and love
\r\nThe Jesus of Suburbia
\r\nThe bible of none of the above
\r\nOn a steady diet of
\r\nSoda pop and Ritalin
\r\nNo one ever died for my
\r\nSins in hell
\r\nAs far as I can tell
\r\nAt least the ones I got away with
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\r\nAnd there's nothing wrong with me
\r\nThis is how I'm supposed to be
\r\nIn a land of make believe
\r\nThat don't believe in me
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\r\nGet my television fix
\r\nSitting on my crucifix
\r\nThe living room on my private womb
\r\nWhile the Moms and Brads are away
\r\nTo fall in love and fall in debt
\r\nTo alcohol and cigarettes
\r\nAnd Mary Jane
\r\nTo keep me insane
\r\nDoing someone else's cocaine
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\r\nAnd there's nothing wrong with me
\r\nThis is how I'm supposed to be
\r\nIn a land of make believe
\r\nThat don't believe in me
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\r\nPart II: City of the Damned
\r\nAt the center of the earth
\r\nIn the parking lot
\r\nOf the 7-11 were I was taught
\r\nThe motto was just a lie
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\r\nIt says home is were your heart is
\r\nBut what a shame
\r\nCause everyone's heart
\r\nDoesn't beat the same
\r\nIt's beating out of time
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\r\nCity of the damned
\r\nAt the end of another lost highway
\r\nSigns misleading to nowhere
\r\nCity of the damned
\r\nLost children with dirty faces today
\r\nNo one really seems to care
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\r\nI read the graffiti
\r\nIn the bathroom stall
\r\nLike the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
\r\nAnd so it seemed to confess
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\r\nIt didn't say much
\r\nBut it only confirmed that
\r\nThe center of the earth
\r\nIs the end of the world
\r\nAnd I could really care less
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\r\nCity of the dead
\r\nAt the end of another lost highway
\r\nSigns misleading to nowhere
\r\nCity of the damned
\r\nLost children with dirty faces today
\r\nNo one really seems to care
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\r\nPart III: I don't care
\r\nI don't care if you don't
\r\nI don't care if you don't
\r\nI don't care if you don't care (4x)
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\r\nI don't care.....
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\r\nEveryone is so full of shit
\r\nBorn and raised by hypocrites
\r\nHearts recycled but never saved
\r\nFrom the cradle to the grave
\r\nWe are the kids of war and peace
\r\nFrom Anaheim to the Middle East
\r\nWe are the stories and disciples of
\r\nThe Jesus of suburbia
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\r\nLand of make believe
\r\nAnd it don't believe in me
\r\nLand of make believe
\r\nAnd I don't believe
\r\nAnd I don't care! (5x)
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\r\nPart IV: Dearly beloved
\r\nDearly beloved are you listening?
\r\nI can't remember a word that you were saying
\r\nAre we demented or am I disturbed?
\r\nThe space that's inbetween insane and insecure
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\r\nOh therapy, can you please fill the void?
\r\nAm I retarded or am I just overjoyed
\r\nNobody's perfect and I stand accused
\r\nFor lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
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\r\nPart V: Tales of another broken home
\r\nTo live, and not to breathe
\r\nIs to die, in tragedy
\r\nTo run, to run away
\r\nTo find, what you believe
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\r\nAnd I leave behind
\r\nThis hurricane of ing lies
\r\nI lost my faith to this
\r\nThis town that don't exist
\r\nSo I run ,I run away
\r\nTo the light of masochist
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\r\nAnd I, leave behind
\r\nThis hurricane of ing lies
\r\nAnd I, walked this line
\r\nA million and one ing times
\r\nBut not this time
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\r\nI don't feel any shame
\r\nI wont apologize
\r\nWhen there ain't nowhere you can go
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\r\nRunning away from pain
\r\nWhen you've been victimized
\r\nTales from another broken home
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\r\nYou're leaving...
\r\nYou're leaving...
\r\nYou're leaving...
\r\nAh, you're leaving home...