Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

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

1]
He little bit of his childhood
bad, sometimes good
But he never was one to blame today's grey sky on week's rain
So he see's everything face
Looks grim, it bad too
nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get through it
I swear to god too stretched
Too easy to slip or lose
And the taller you are, the you fall
why a lot of us crawl
Mumma, don't look now
I've gotta walk over people I've took
It ain't as as you probably think
It's gonna take more than and a sink
he'll drink to the guilt of
every wooden bridge that he's built
Bury those in his head
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming through alcohol and
Gets gold spray paint for that lemon
he's got is not a given
rock on the flipside of top billin
Not a victim, the sympathy
it out, and kill the bitch in me
Poor a liquor out and call it a victory
They said the sky was limit
No, don't 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 like no
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 in me that's crazy
Carry me home - take care of baby

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