Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

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

1]
He remembers bit of his childhood
bad, sometimes good
But he never was one to blame today's grey sky on week's rain
So he everything face value
grim, it tastes bad too
There's to do except dupe, push down the wall and get through it
I swear to god too stretched
Too easy to slip or steps
And the you are, the harder you fall
that's why a lot of us
Mumma, please don't now
gotta walk over people I've took down
It as pretty as you probably think
It's take more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow drink to the guilt of
cheap wooden bridge that he's built
Bury those skeletons in his
til you pick him up and 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
Figure it out, and the bitch in me
a little liquor out and call it a victory
They said the sky was free
No, don't trust of these people
Won't give him to love me for me
so even when they me into their kingdom
Can't bring to believe 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,
that it must be the Daley in me that's crazy
Carry me home - care of your baby

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