Luyện nghe bài hát Angels In My Ears

When I'm not making music I feel fake as
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 of my health;

I'm here because I failed to jump;
The saddest part of all is that I'm not making it up;
My life's another tale of betrayal and lust;
Where everybody we love's 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 leave my comfort zone,
I've got and hesitations, and can't clear my head of the taste
Of my and failures;

I've got a few to pick with 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 angels in my ears;
I've got a full of struggles but time to clear my head;
And I hope I never
All the wisdom in the things they've said;

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

I treat my like they're bad news,
Cause there's no hiding from it, or the tidings bring;
That's why I see my ink stains 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 big cheese about the pace of the day,
I really saw my youth like a playful parade,
So who the was on these city roofs making 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 if it's art, or it's fate;
Or if I should the finger at the mirror when I'm shaving today;

at heart, I'm just a confused boy;
With feelings under wrap like a new toy;
And while I find it hard to 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 might have something telling,
Though the likelihood is someone already it,

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