Luyện nghe bài hát 100

100, 000
I a reason to get up before
I wash my
The junkies, the Hookers, the the place
kickin' off my covers trippin' off the
that I haven't called my in a long, long time
standin in the shower for half an hour
Tryin' to up and I'm lookin for the power
reachin' for the towel soap in my eyes
dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my
The next thing I know the telephone
I hear my own on the answering machine
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 burned to the bone
(chorus)
Early in the before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a place
At six in the she rolled
bed
stared out the window and she said
that I her type...
I think she's runnin outa types though... and I her so.
She up her things and walked through the door
and then said she couldn't see me no more
as she was leaving I asked her if she'd call
she didn't look back said at all
I didn't my clothes because they smell like you
and when I took a shower it me of you
I Gramma Brown for advice
it happened to me once it to me twice
Michael my son you really bugged
I wish you were here so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me a long, talk
she "you have the patience of ice on a sidewalk"
things get rough don't sweat it
sometimes in you just have to let it
and out a song so strong
even a bad dream couldn't bring harm
to the mind of a young battles
formed from the light shadows
her voice is like a whispering on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the before I wash my face
The warmbut there's an empty space
Early in the beforeIwashmy face
a thousand miles is a lonely place
In the thirty minutes before
I asleep
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 forget
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the
alone I remember the with me and you
and I realize my heart is up the room
she would tell us about the glory days
and gramma she would tell us about when we slaves
in the livin' pianos outa tune
on top of it the pictures of every and groom
child/ grand child lost
every single tear shed every smile
'cause everybodies got shit to deal with
and life doesn't it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust offa your
take a step forward liberate the beat
so for you I wrote 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 believe there
if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I wash my
The bed isstill warmbut there'san space
Earlyin themornin before I my face
a hundred thousand is a lonely place