Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

"Got to change my way of
Got to my style"

1]
He remembers little bit of his
Sometimes bad, good
But he never was one to blame today's grey sky on last week's
So he see's face value
grim, it tastes bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get it
I swear to god it's too
Too easy to slip or lose
And the you are, the harder you fall
why a lot of us crawl
Mumma, please don't now
I've walk over people I've took down
It as pretty as you probably think
gonna take more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow he'll drink to the of
every cheap wooden that he's built
Bury those skeletons in his
til you pick him up and him to bed

2]
Swimming alcohol and woman
Gets some gold paint for that lemon
Everything he's got is not a
rock bottom on the flipside of top
Not a victim, fuck the
it out, and kill the bitch in me
Poor a little out and call it a victory
said the sky was limit free
No, don't trust none of people
Won't him enough to love me for me
so even when they welcome me their kingdom
bring self to believe them
It goes, folk tryna act like no flaw
Turn it up til it that stove top
Mr know it all, bad boy
Red lights, no
Mumma, this be the boy you raised me to be
The drama,
Afraid that it must be the Daley in me that's
Carry me home - take care of baby

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