Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

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

1]
He little bit of his childhood
Sometimes bad, good
But he was one to blame today's grey sky on last week's rain
So he see's everything face
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 to slip or lose steps
And the you are, the harder you fall
that's why a lot of us
Mumma, please look now
I've gotta over people I've took down
It ain't as pretty as you probably
It's gonna more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow he'll to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge he's built
Bury those skeletons in his
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming through alcohol and
some gold spray paint for that lemon
Everything got is not a given
rock bottom on the flipside of top
Not a victim, fuck the
it out, and kill the bitch in me
Poor a little liquor out and call it a
They said the sky was free
No, don't trust none of these
give him enough to love me for me
so even when they me into their kingdom
Can't bring self to them
It goes, folk tryna act like no flaw
Turn it up til it burns that top
Mr it all, bad boy showoffs
Red lights, no
Mumma, this can't be the boy you me to be
The drama,
Afraid that it must be the Daley in me crazy
Carry me home - take of your baby

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