Luyện nghe bài hát Brooklyn Boy

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

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

silver tongue it masks your hungry hate
While your haggard heart whispers through it's 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, was never a mistake