Luyện nghe bài hát 100 000 Miles

I need a reason to get up /before I my face
The the Hookers the dealers the place
kickin' off my covers / trippin' off the
I haven't called my gramma in a long long time
standin in the shower/ for almost an hour
Tryin' to up/ and I'm lookin for the power
for the towel/ with soap in my eyes
dryin' off my shoulders / my and my thighs
The next thing I the telephone rings
I my own voice /on the answering machine
please a message/ I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice /but there's 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
when I'm feelin to the bone

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

At six in the morning /she rolled bed
stared out the window/ and she said
that I her type...
I think runnin outa types though...and I told her so.
She picked up her things and walked the door
and said that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was leaving /I her if she'd call
she didn't back / said nuttin at all
I didn't change my clothes/ they smell like you
and when I a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma advice
it happened to me once/it happened to me
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 don't sweat it
in life you just have to let it
and out a song / so strong
that even a bad couldn't bring harm
to the mind of a young battles
formed the candle light shadows
her voice is a whispering kiss on the forehead

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Early in the before I wash my face
The warmbut 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 /when I am forced to think about
all of the things/ I been to forget about
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the and the boom
alone I remember /the times me and you
and I realize my heart is up the room
Gramma she would tell us /about the glory
and she would tell us/ about when we were slaves
in the livin' pianos outa tune
on top of it the /of every bride and groom
grand child /lost child
every single tear shed / every single
'cause everybodies got/ alota shit to deal
and life doesn't stop/ it just ya feel it
so shake the dust/ your feet
take a step liberate with the beat
so for you/ I wrote this
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 believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a

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