Luyện nghe bài hát Angels In My Ears

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

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

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

I don't do it cause I love my
I do it cause I can't my comfort zone,
I've got fears and hesitations, and clear my head of the taste
Of my memories and

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

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

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

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

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

And who can I blame, for the of my brain,
Or the way we sit when we're taking the train;
I know if it's art, or it's fate;
Or if I should the finger at the mirror when I'm shaving today;

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

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

But got angels singing in my ears;
I've got a life of struggles but time to clear my head;
And I hope I forget;
All the wisdom in the things that 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 waiting for the skies to clear;