Luyện nghe bài hát 100 000 Miles

I a reason to get up /before I wash my face
The junkies the Hookers the dealers the
kickin' off my covers / trippin' off the
that I called my gramma in a long 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 my own voice /on the answering machine
please a message/ I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I kick the blues
and pay respect respect is due
all to GOD the one I return to
the one I can to
when I'm burned to the bone

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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 is a lonely place

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

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

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

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