Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

"Got to my way of living
Got to my style"

1]
He remembers bit of his childhood
Sometimes bad, good
But he never was one to today's grey sky on last week's rain
So he everything face value
Looks grim, it bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the and get through it
I to god it's too stretched
Too easy to slip or steps
And the taller you are, the harder you
that's why a lot of us
Mumma, please don't now
I've gotta walk over I've took down
It as pretty as you probably think
It's gonna take more soap and a sink
he'll drink to the guilt of
every cheap wooden that he's built
Bury those skeletons in his
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming through alcohol and
Gets some gold spray paint for that
he's got is not a given
rock bottom on the of top billin
Not a victim, the sympathy
it out, and kill the bitch in me
Poor a little out and call it a victory
said the sky was limit free
No, trust none of these people
Won't give him to love me for me
so even they welcome me into their kingdom
Can't bring self to believe
It goes, folk hard tryna act no flaw
Turn it up til it burns stove top
Mr it all, bad boy showoffs
Red lights, no
Mumma, this can't be the boy you me to be
The drama,
Afraid it must be the Daley in me that's crazy
Carry me home - care of your baby

Don't wanna live that, no
Don't wanna live that, no