Luyện nghe bài hát 100

100, 000
I a reason to get up before
I my face
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the
kickin' off my covers trippin' off the
that I haven't called my in a long, long time
standin in the shower for almost half an
Tryin' to up and I'm lookin for the power
reachin' for the towel with in my eyes
dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my
The next thing I know the rings
I hear my own voice on the machine
leave a message I'm glad ya called
I listen for a but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta kick the
and pay where respect is due
all to GOD the one I return to
the one I can to
when I'm burned to the bone
(chorus)
Early in the morn I wash my face
a hundred miles is a lonely place
At six in the she rolled
bed
stared out the window and then she
I wasn't her type...
I think she's runnin types though... and I told her so.
She picked up her things and through the door
and said that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was leaving I asked her if call
she didn't look said nuttin at all
I didn't my clothes because they smell like you
and when I took a it reminded me of you
I called Brown for advice
it happened to me once it happened to me
my son you sound really bugged
I wish that you were 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"
things get rough don't sweat it
sometimes in you just have to let it
and sing out a so strong
that even a bad dream couldn't bring
to the mind of a young childs
formed the candle light shadows
her voice is like a kiss on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I my face
The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty
Early in the mornin beforeIwashmy
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely
In the last minutes before
I fall
when I have said my prayers and I have 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, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the
I remember the times with me and you
and I realize my heart is up the room
Gramma she tell us about the glory days
and gramma she would us about when we were slaves
in the livin' pianos outa tune
on top of it the pictures of every and groom
child/ grand child child
every single tear shed single smile
'cause everybodies got alota shit to deal
and life doesn't it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust offa your
a step forward 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 some a things my grandmother
to me believe there are and some believe there
if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the before I wash my face
The bed isstill warmbut empty space
themornin before I wash my face
a hundred thousand is a lonely place