Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

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

1]
He little bit of his childhood
Sometimes bad, sometimes
But he never was one to blame grey sky on last week's rain
So he see's everything value
Looks grim, it bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get it
I swear to god it's too
Too easy to slip or 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 I've took down
It ain't as pretty as you think
It's gonna more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow he'll to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge that he's
those skeletons in his head
til you pick him up and him to bed

2]
Swimming through alcohol and
Gets some gold spray paint for that
Everything he's got is not a
rock bottom on the flipside of top
Not a victim, the sympathy
Figure it out, and kill the in me
Poor a little liquor out and it a victory
They said the sky was free
No, don't trust none of these
Won't him enough to love me for me
so even when they welcome me into their
Can't bring self to them
It goes, folk hard act like no flaw
it up til it burns 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 in me that's crazy
me home - take care of your baby

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