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 sky on last week's rain
So he see's everything value
grim, it tastes bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get it
I to god it's too stretched
Too easy to slip or steps
And the you are, the harder you fall
why a lot of us crawl
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
Tomorrow he'll to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge that built
Bury those skeletons in his
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming alcohol and woman
Gets some gold spray for that lemon
Everything got is not a given
rock on the flipside of top billin
Not a victim, fuck the
Figure it out, and the bitch in me
Poor a little liquor out and call it a
They said the sky was limit
No, trust none of these people
Won't him enough to love me for me
so even 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, can't be the boy you raised me to be
The drama,
Afraid it must be the Daley in me that's crazy
Carry me home - take of your baby

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