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, sometimes
But he never was one to blame grey sky on last week's rain
So he see's everything face
grim, it tastes bad too
There's to do except dupe, push down the wall and get through it
I swear to god too stretched
Too easy to slip or steps
And the taller you are, the you fall
why a lot of us crawl
Mumma, please look now
I've gotta walk people I've took down
It ain't as pretty as you think
It's gonna take more than and a sink
Tomorrow he'll to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge that built
Bury those in his head
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming through alcohol and
Gets some gold spray for that lemon
Everything he's got is not a
rock bottom on the of top billin
Not a victim, fuck the
Figure it out, and the bitch in me
Poor a liquor out and call it a victory
They the sky was limit free
No, don't none of these people
Won't him enough to love me for me
so when they welcome me into their kingdom
Can't bring self to believe
It goes, hard tryna act like no flaw
Turn it up til it burns stove top
Mr know it all, bad boy
Red lights, no
Mumma, this can't be the boy you me to be
The drama,
Afraid that it be the Daley in me that's crazy
Carry me home - take of your baby

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