Luyện nghe bài hát 100 000 Miles

I need a reason to get up /before I my face
The junkies the the dealers the place
off my covers / trippin' off the fact
that I haven't called my gramma in a long time
standin in the shower/ for almost an hour
Tryin' to wake up/ and I'm lookin for the
reachin' for the towel/ with in my eyes
dryin' off my shoulders / my and my thighs
The next thing I know/ the telephone
I hear my own voice /on the answering
please leave a message/ I'm ya called
I listen for a /but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta the blues
and pay respect 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 my face
The bed is still warm but there's an space
Easrly in the before 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
that I her type...
I she's runnin outa types though...and I told her so.
She picked up her and walked through the door
and then said that she couldn't see me no
just as she was leaving /I her if she'd call
she didn't look / 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 called Gramma Brown/for
it happened to me once/it happened to me
Michael/ my son/ you sound bugged
I wish you were here /so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me/ a long, long
she said "you the patience /of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get don't sweat it
sometimes in you just have to let it
and out a song / so strong
that even a bad dream bring harm
to the mind of a young battles
formed from the light shadows
her voice is like a kiss on the forehead

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

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

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