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 last 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 it's too
Too easy to slip or steps
And the taller you are, the you fall
that's why a lot of us
Mumma, don't look now
I've gotta walk over people I've down
It ain't as pretty as you think
It's take more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow he'll drink to the of
every cheap wooden that he's built
Bury those in his head
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming alcohol and woman
Gets some gold paint for that lemon
Everything got is not a given
bottom on the flipside of top billin
Not a victim, the sympathy
Figure it out, and the bitch in me
a little liquor out and call it a victory
They said the sky was limit
No, don't trust none of people
Won't give him enough to me for me
so even when welcome me into their kingdom
Can't bring self to believe
It goes, hard tryna act like no flaw
it up til it burns that 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 that it 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