Luyện nghe bài hát 100 000 Miles

I need a reason to get up /before I wash my
The the Hookers the dealers the place
kickin' off my / trippin' off the fact
that I called my gramma 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 towel/ with soap in my
dryin' off my / my chest and my thighs
The next I know/ the telephone rings
I hear my own voice /on the answering
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 burned to the bone

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

At six in the morning /she rolled bed
out the window/ and then she said
that I her type...
I think she's outa types though...and I told her so.
She up her things and walked through the door
and then said that she couldn't see me no
just as she was leaving /I asked her if call
she didn't look back / said at all
I didn't change my because they smell like you
and when I took a it reminded me of you
I Gramma Brown/for advice
it happened to me once/it to me twice
Michael/ my son/ you sound bugged
I wish that you were /so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me/ a long, talk
she said "you have the /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 even a bad dream bring harm
to the mind of a childs battles
from the candle light shadows
her voice is like a whispering kiss on the

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

In the last thirty minutes/before I fall
I have said my prayers /and I have brushed my teeth
This is the /when I am forced to think about
all of the I been tryin to forget 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 glory
and gramma she would us/ about when we were slaves
in the livin' room/ pianos outa
on top of it the /of every bride and groom
child/ grand child child
every single tear shed / every smile
'cause everybodies got/ shit to deal with
and doesn't stop/ it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust/ offa 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 a things my grandmother gave
to me some believe there are and some there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma she is a saint

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