Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

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

1]
He little bit of his childhood
Sometimes bad, 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 to do except dupe, push down the wall and get through it
I swear to god too stretched
Too easy to or lose steps
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 pretty as you probably
It's gonna more than soap and a sink
he'll drink to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge he's built
Bury those in his head
til you pick him up and him to bed

2]
Swimming alcohol and woman
Gets some gold paint for that lemon
Everything got is not a given
rock bottom on the flipside of top
Not a victim, the sympathy
it out, and kill the bitch in me
Poor a little liquor out and it a victory
said the sky was limit free
No, trust none of these people
give him enough to love me for me
so even when they me into their kingdom
bring self to believe them
It goes, hard tryna act like no flaw
Turn it up til it burns that top
Mr it all, bad boy showoffs
Red lights, no
Mumma, this 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 care of your

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