Luyện nghe bài hát 100 000 Miles

I a reason to get up /before I wash my face
The junkies the the dealers the place
kickin' off my covers / off the fact
that I haven't my gramma in a long long time
standin in the shower/ for half an hour
Tryin' to wake up/ and I'm lookin for the
reachin' for the towel/ soap in my eyes
dryin' off my / my chest and my thighs
The next thing I the telephone rings
I hear my own /on the answering machine
leave a message/ I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice /but nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta the blues
and pay where respect is due
all to GOD the one I return to
the one I can to
I'm feelin burned to the bone

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

At six in the morning rolled outa bed
stared out the window/ and then she
I wasn't her type...
I think she's outa types though...and I told her so.
She up her things and walked through the door
and then that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was /I asked her if she'd call
she didn't look back / said at all
I didn't change my clothes/ because they smell you
and when I a shower it reminded me of you
I called Brown/for advice
it happened to me happened to me twice
my son/ you sound really bugged
I wish that you were here /so I could to you
a hug then she gave me/ a long, talk
she "you have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get rough/ sweat it
sometimes in you just have to let it
and sing out a song / so
that even a bad dream couldn't bring
to the mind of a childs battles
formed from the candle light
her voice is like a whispering kiss on the

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in the morn/ before I wash my face
The bedisstill warmbut an empty space
Early in the face
a hundred thousand miles is a place

In the last thirty minutes/before I fall
when I have said my prayers /and I brushed my teeth
This is the time /when I am forced to think
all of the things/ I been tryin to forget
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the
I remember /the times with me and you
and I realize my heart is shakin' up the
Gramma she would tell us /about the glory
and gramma she would tell us/ when we were slaves
in the livin' room/ pianos tune
on top of it the /of every bride and groom
child/ grand child /lost
every single tear shed / every single
everybodies got/ alota shit to deal with
and life doesn't it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust/ offa feet
take a step forward/ liberate the beat
so for I wrote this song
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 some believe are and some believe there
ain't if ever was one my gramma Brown she is a saint

(chorus)
Early in the morn/ I wash my face
The bed isstill warmbut empty space
Earlyin before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely