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 I'm trying to find;
A that my life's not just a waste of my health;

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

So I can barely 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 don't do it cause I my home;
I do it cause I can't leave my zone,
I've got and hesitations, and can't clear my head of the taste
Of my memories and

I've got a few to pick with 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;

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 in the things that they've said;

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

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

I I'm looking for an avenue to raise a complaint
With whatever big cheese the pace of the day,
Cause I really saw my like a playful parade,
So who the hell was on these city roofs it rain;

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

Cause at heart, I'm a confused boy;
With feelings under wrap protecting a new toy;
And I find it hard to breathe through that packaging,
I aint gonna leave cause I'm of these mannequins;

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

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

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