Luyện nghe bài hát Angels In My Ears

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

When I'm here I failed to jump;
The part of this all is that I'm not making 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 I love my home;
I do it cause I can't leave my 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
is responsible for letting me be present, here;
And let me make it clear;
It's life itself, not hell or that I fear;

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

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

I think I'm looking for an to raise a complaint
With whatever big about the pace of the day,
Cause I really saw my like a playful 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 apart when taking the train;
I don't know if art, or it's fate;
Or if I should point the finger at the mirror when I'm today;

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

We're all running around to act like we get it,
When we don't, even know where headed,
And if I did, I might have worth telling,
Though the 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 forget;
All the wisdom in the things they've said;

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 just for the skies to clear;