Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

"Got to my way of living
Got to my style"

1]
He remembers little bit of his
Sometimes bad, good
But he never was one to blame today's grey sky on week's rain
So he everything face value
Looks grim, it bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push the wall and get through it
I to god it's too stretched
Too easy to slip or lose
And the you are, the harder you fall
why a lot of us crawl
Mumma, please look now
I've gotta walk over people took down
It as pretty as you probably think
It's gonna more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow drink to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge that he's
those skeletons in his head
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming alcohol and woman
Gets some gold spray paint for that
he's got is not a given
rock bottom on the flipside of top
Not a victim, fuck the
Figure it out, and the bitch in me
Poor a liquor out and call it a victory
said the sky was limit free
No, don't trust of these people
Won't him enough to love me for me
so even when they welcome me into kingdom
Can't bring self to them
It goes, folk hard 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 that it must be the Daley in me crazy
Carry me - take care of your baby

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