Luyện nghe bài hát Angels In My Ears

When I'm not music I feel fake as hell;
But still I do to escape myself;
And get lost in it, how can I feel I'm trying to find;
A sign that my life's not just a waste of my

When I'm here because I to jump;
The saddest part of this all is I'm not making it up;
My life's another tale of betrayal and lust;
Where everybody that we love's slowly fading to

So I can barely the morning sunlight;
work was a war with a morbid frontline;
Maybe I'm at peace my boredom sometimes,
Or maybe I'm to get up and touch life;

I do it cause I love my home;
I do it cause I can't leave my zone,
I've got fears and hesitations, and clear my head of the taste
Of my and failures;

I've got a few bones to pick god or the devil, or
Whoever is responsible for me be present, here;
And let me it perfectly clear;
It's life itself, not or heaven that I fear;

I've got singing in my ears;
I've got a life full of struggles but time to clear my
And I hope I forget;
All the wisdom in the things they've said;

got music playing in my ears;
I've got an soul but a childs fears,
got lessons learnt at my best and worst,
And I'm just for the skies to clear;

I treat my like they're bad news,
there's no hiding from it, or the tidings they bring;
That's why I see my ink like tattoos,
Cause when you break it down I'm really writing on my

I think I'm looking for an avenue to raise a
whatever big cheese about the pace of the day,
Cause I really saw my youth a playful parade,
So who the hell was on these city roofs making it

And who can I blame, for the of my brain,
Or the way we sit apart when taking the train;
I don't know if it's art, or it's
Or if I should point the finger at the when I'm shaving today;

Cause at heart, I'm just a confused
feelings under wrap like protecting a new toy;
And while I find it hard to breathe that packaging,
I aint gonna leave cause I'm scared of mannequins;

We're all running around trying to act we get it,
When we don't, even where we're headed,
And if I did, I have something worth telling,
the likelihood is someone already said it,

But I've got angels in my ears;
I've got a life full of struggles but to clear my head;
And I I never forget;
All the in the things that they've said;

I've got music in my ears;
got an artists soul but a childs fears,
I've got learnt at my best and worst,
And I'm just waiting for the skies to