Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

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

1]
He remembers little bit of his
bad, sometimes good
But he never was one to blame today's grey sky on last week's
So he see's face value
grim, it tastes 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 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 think
It's take more than soap and a sink
he'll drink to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge that built
Bury skeletons 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
rock on the flipside of top billin
Not a victim, fuck the
Figure it out, and the bitch in me
Poor a little liquor out and it a victory
They said the sky was free
No, don't none of these people
Won't give him enough to me for me
so even when they me into their kingdom
bring self to believe them
It goes, folk hard tryna act like no
Turn it up til it burns that 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 in me that's crazy
Carry me - take care of your baby

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