Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Boy

Brooklyn boy, and raised, chopping lines
Hey, hey, my birthday
a toy I torched, a tar pit flame, a lockjaw night
Hey, hey, it's my

Dead end friends that your stomach shake
While your hissing head down that blackened lane
Alone at last to figure how you got way
Alone at to figure how you got this way

Charcoal clouds spot and spray, kill the sun
Hey hey, hear its back
So I can tell night from day or right from wrong
Hey hey, you're my

Your silver tongue it masks hungry hate
While your haggard heart whispers it's cracking cage
You still can change, you have to know, you still can
I know, I know, for now I be this way

This was a choice, this was never a