Luyện nghe bài hát Angels In My Ears

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

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

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

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

I've got a few bones to 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 that I

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

I've got music playing in my
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

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

I think I'm looking for an avenue to raise a
With big cheese about the pace of the day,
Cause I saw my youth 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 when we're taking the train;
I don't know if it's art, or fate;
Or if I should point the finger at the mirror when I'm today;

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

We're all running trying to act like we get it,
When we don't, even know we're 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;
got a life full of struggles but time to clear my head;
And I hope I never
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,
got lessons learnt at my best and worst,
And I'm waiting for the skies to clear;