Luyện nghe bài hát 100 000 Miles

I need a reason to get up I wash my face
The junkies the Hookers the the place
kickin' off my covers / off the fact
that I haven't my gramma in a long long time
standin in the for almost half an hour
Tryin' to wake up/ and I'm lookin for the
reachin' for the with soap in my eyes
off my shoulders / my chest and my thighs
The next thing I know/ the telephone
I hear my own voice /on the answering
please leave a 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 where 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 morn/ before I wash my
The bed is still warm but there's an empty
Easrly in the morn/ before I my face
a thousand miles is a lonely place

At six in the morning /she outa bed
out the window/ and then she said
that I 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 didn't look back / said at all
I change my clothes/ because they smell like you
and when I took a shower it me of you
I called Gramma Brown/for
it to me once/it happened to me twice
Michael/ my son/ you sound really
I that you were here /so I could to you give
a hug she gave me/ a long, long talk
she said "you the patience /of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get rough/ sweat it
sometimes in life you have to let it
and out a song / so strong
that even a bad dream couldn't bring
to the mind of a young childs
formed from the candle shadows
her voice is like a kiss on the forehead

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

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

(chorus)
Early in the before I wash my face
The bed isstill warmbut there'san empty
themornin/ before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely