Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Boy

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

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

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

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

was a choice, this was never a mistake