Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Boy

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

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

Charcoal spot and spray, they kill the sun
Hey hey, hear its break
So I can never tell night from day or from wrong
Hey hey, you're my

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

was a choice, this was never a mistake