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, sometimes
But he was one to blame today's grey sky on last week's rain
So he see's face value
Looks grim, it bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the and get through it
I swear to god too stretched
Too easy to slip or lose
And the taller you are, the you fall
that's why a lot of us
Mumma, please don't now
I've gotta over people I've took down
It ain't as as you probably think
gonna take more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow he'll to the guilt of
every cheap bridge that he's built
Bury skeletons in his head
til you pick him up and him to bed

2]
Swimming alcohol and woman
Gets some gold spray paint for that
he's got is not a given
rock on the flipside of top billin
Not a victim, fuck the
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 trust of these people
Won't give him to love me for me
so even when they me into their kingdom
Can't bring to believe them
It goes, folk hard tryna act like no
Turn it up til it burns stove top
Mr it all, bad boy showoffs
Red lights, no
Mumma, can't be the boy you raised me to be
The drama,
Afraid it must be the Daley in me that's crazy
me home - take care of your baby

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