Luyện nghe bài hát Angels In My Ears

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

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

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

I do it cause I love my home;
I do it cause I leave my comfort zone,
I've got fears and hesitations, and clear my head of the taste
Of my and failures;

got a few bones to pick with god or the devil, or
Whoever is responsible for me be present, here;
And let me make it clear;
life itself, not hell or heaven that I fear;

I've got angels singing in my
I've got a life full of struggles but time to my head;
And I hope I never
All the wisdom in the that they've said;

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

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

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 city roofs making it rain;

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

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

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

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

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