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
kickin' off my covers / off the fact
that I haven't called my 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 with soap in my eyes
dryin' off my shoulders / my and my thighs
The next thing I the telephone rings
I hear my own voice /on the answering
please leave a message/ I'm ya called
I listen for a voice /but there's at all
Man oh Man
I gotta the blues
and pay respect where 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 before I wash my face
The bed is warm but there's an empty space
Easrly in the morn/ I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a place

At six in the morning /she rolled bed
stared out the window/ and then she
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 then said that she see me no more
just as she was leaving /I asked her if call
she look back / said nuttin at all
I didn't change my because they smell like you
and when I a shower it reminded me of you
I Gramma Brown/for advice
it happened to me happened to me twice
Michael/ my son/ you really bugged
I wish that you were here /so I could to you
a hug then she me/ a long, long talk
she "you have the patience /of ice on a sidewalk"
when get rough/ don't sweat it
in life you just have to let it
and out a song / so strong
that a bad dream couldn't bring harm
to the mind of a young childs
formed from the light shadows
her is like a whispering kiss on the forehead

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

In the last thirty I fall asleep
when I have said my prayers I have brushed my teeth
This is the time /when I am forced to about
all of the things/ I been tryin to forget
The Bills, the phone, up my room
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the
alone I remember /the times me and you
and I realize my heart is up the room
Gramma she tell us /about the glory days
and gramma she would tell us/ about 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 shit to deal
and doesn't stop/ it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust/ your feet
take a step forward/ with the beat
so for I wrote this song
I wanted you to hear it/ you are gone.
the African in me/ the in me
These are some a 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 morn/ I wash my face
The bed warmbut there'san empty space
Earlyin before I wash my face
a hundred thousand is a lonely place