Luyện nghe bài hát 100 000 Miles

I need a to get up /before I wash my face
The junkies the Hookers the dealers the
kickin' off my / trippin' off the fact
that I haven't called my gramma in a long long
standin in the shower/ for almost an hour
Tryin' to wake up/ and I'm for the power
reachin' for the towel/ with in my eyes
off my shoulders / my chest and my thighs
The next thing I know/ the telephone
I my own voice /on the answering machine
leave a message/ I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta kick the
and pay where respect is due
all to GOD the one I return to
the one I can to
when I'm feelin burned to the

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Early in the before I wash my face
The bed is still warm but there's an empty
Easrly in the morn/ before I wash my
a hundred thousand miles is a place

At six in the morning rolled outa bed
stared out the and then she said
I wasn't her type...
I she's runnin outa types though...and I told her so.
She picked up her things and walked the door
and then that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was leaving /I her if she'd call
she look back / said nuttin at all
I didn't change my clothes/ because smell like you
and when I took a it reminded me of you
I Gramma Brown/for advice
it happened to me happened to me twice
Michael/ my son/ you sound bugged
I wish that you were here /so I to you give
a hug then she gave me/ a long, long
she said "you have the /of ice on a sidewalk"
things get rough/ don't sweat it
sometimes in you just have to let it
and sing out a song / so
even a bad dream couldn't bring harm
to the mind of a young battles
formed from the candle shadows
her is like a whispering kiss on the forehead

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in the morn/ before I wash my face
The bedisstill warmbut there's an space
Early in the mornin/beforeIwashmy
a hundred miles is a lonely place

In the thirty minutes/before I fall asleep
when I have said my prayers /and I brushed my teeth
This is the /when I am forced to think about
all of the things/ I been tryin to forget
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the and the boom
alone I /the times with me and you
and I realize my heart is up the room
Gramma she would tell us /about the glory
and gramma she would tell us/ when we were slaves
in the livin' room/ pianos outa
on top of it the pictures /of every bride and
child/ child /lost child
single tear shed / every single smile
'cause everybodies got/ alota to deal with
and life doesn't stop/ it just makes ya it
so the dust/ offa your feet
take a step liberate with the beat
so for you/ I wrote this
I wanted you to hear it/ you are gone.
the African in me/ the in me
are some a things my grandmother gave
to me believe there are and some believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a

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Early in the morn/ I wash my face
The bed isstill there'san empty space
Earlyin themornin/ I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a place