Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Boy

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

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

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

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

This was a choice, this was never a