Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

"Got to change my way of
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 last week's
So he everything face value
grim, it tastes bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, down the wall and get through it
I to god it's 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 I've took down
It ain't as as you probably think
gonna take more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow drink to the guilt of
every wooden bridge that he's built
Bury those in his head
til you pick him up and him to bed

2]
Swimming through alcohol and
Gets some gold spray for that lemon
Everything 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 little out and call it a victory
They said the sky was limit
No, don't trust none of these
Won't give him enough to me for me
so even when they me into their kingdom
Can't bring self to them
It goes, hard tryna act like no flaw
Turn it up til it that stove top
Mr it all, bad boy showoffs
Red lights, no
Mumma, this be the boy you raised me to be
The drama,
Afraid that it must be the Daley in me that's
Carry me - take care of your baby

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