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 gramma in a long time
standin in the shower/ for half an hour
to wake up/ and I'm lookin for the power
reachin' for the towel/ with in my eyes
dryin' off my / my chest and my thighs
The thing I know/ the telephone rings
I hear my own voice /on the answering
please leave a message/ I'm ya called
I listen for a voice there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta kick the
and pay respect respect is due
all praises to GOD the one I to
the one I can to
when I'm feelin burned to the

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

At six in the /she rolled outa bed
out the window/ and then she said
that I her type...
I think she's runnin types though...and I told 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/ they smell like you
and when I a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma Brown/for
it happened to me happened to me twice
my son/ you sound really bugged
I wish that you were here /so I to you give
a hug she gave me/ a long, long talk
she said "you have the /of ice on a sidewalk"
things get rough/ don't sweat it
sometimes in life you have to let it
and sing out a song / so
that even a bad dream couldn't bring
to the mind of a young childs
formed from the light shadows
her voice is like a whispering kiss on the

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

In the last thirty I fall asleep
when I have said my prayers /and I have my teeth
This is the time /when I am forced to think
all of the things/ I been tryin to forget
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the
I remember /the times with me and you
and I my heart is shakin' 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/ pianos tune
on top of it the /of every bride and groom
grand child /lost child
every single shed / every single smile
everybodies got/ alota shit to deal with
and doesn't stop/ it just makes ya feel it
so shake the offa your feet
take a forward/ liberate with the beat
so for you/ I wrote song
I wanted you to it/ before you are gone.
the in me/ the Seminole in me
are some a things my grandmother gave
to me some believe are and some believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a

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