Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I open my wings, I took off at place, I need to go beyond,
on the never-never land,
almost nothing me, the sun goes down and I stand in darkness,
voi and resulting in a deep sea of doubt,
perhaps forever is but I far away,
I wonder is what will the side of the mirror,
my head is a thousand paranoia in walls,
not or leave a ray of light even when mild,
me who you are Who am I? you do not know if you know,
consciousness are two in my speakers,
rap is my way of escape, my prison, my passion,
because the rap makes my heart beating.

I and write as a canvas in a personal diary
because my form of expression is rap,
bare the soul feelings and displays,
only when I write him feel alive
I am tired the same story day,
life is characterized by a routine,
dear to the distance I see your disappear
is blurry as the memories of
and it seems that almost everything you have in hand,
in the back you say that you called brothers
I'm sick and of everything and,
is so to me that neither is eager to mourn, to cry,
are blank pages and to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and must forward without fear of ridicule aser,
I keep for friends heart and soul
heart, pen and paper they are my reason.

I'm tired and fed up of so lies and deceit I'm tired,
the years keep passing,
sick and tired of so many scratches, I'm tired so failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want help during the moments,
The smile on your and you can not do anything,
see as leaks, tears choking on your pillow,
no longer believe in love, concept is not real,
time passes and you see that is no perfect,
learn to walk the pain in your back,
withered and so tired that you can not loads,
your eyes see what they would like to see, and so not feel,
the heart is in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the apple
miss yesterday and because tomorrow is another day,
the world is and I can not aser nothing
I am sorry to invent wars,
and is almost all the days seem the same,
so I must make paresca,
I'm tired of so many well,
I to disappear, to hide among roses,
and I'm not alone I hide my tears,
falling slowly the ink pages,
I'm of life but still,
in life are those that take you to a destination,
by a but short,
I'm tired so I'm to let off steam in an infinite lethargy,
and yet are things that follow,
if I know that not everything in is to suffer,
but now there are when the slope is upward only,
I live in a the rest of my eternity.

I'm and fed up of so many lies and deceit I'm tired,
because the keep passing,
sick and tired of so scratches, I'm tired so many failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)

When there is only pain, not thinking the pretty,
not value no exists pa ti infinity why?
lets you set a goal the rest of story,
but life takes many twists than a whore wheel,
I'm tired of following in a world that does not me,
in a world where truth hurts you,
I'm tired of seeing we are materialists,
the own good business interest are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
first is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not estoi already tired of all this,
I'm of this world that I detest,
the rest I like to my opinion,
I hear a voice me to please not leave,
So I continue nonetheless to one side the tide,
I'm tired but any whatever,
I I lived in a dream forever
where what salo wish my mind,
tired laziness takes hold of body,
where broken hearts are always dead,
I will not this game, but not last,
is to take a of eggs and always look to Alanta,
is a before, a during and an after, as you see,
but I'm tired I keep firm,
always faithful to my and ideals,
I'm sick of this life based on events,
is the required to manipulate the fatigue,
I can no longer deleting calendar days.

I'm and fed up of so many lies and deceit I'm tired,
the years keep passing,
sick and tired of so many scratches, I'm so many failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)