Luyện nghe bài hát High Cost Of Living

I was just a guy, life was just a nine to five
With and pressure piled up to the sky
She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging my wilder friends
for some other way to fly

And three days was no big feat
To get by on no food or sleep and crazy was my new norm
I'd out on the bedroom floor
And right through the calm before the storm

My life was an old routine
Every day the same thing
I couldn't even tell I was
I tell you the high cost of
Ain't nothing like the cost of high

That Baptist parking lot is where I'd go to smoke my pot
Sit in my pickup truck and pray
And staring at that giant cross just reminded me that I was
And it just never seemed to the way

As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd my way across the track
Lookin' just to score another
With my back that damn eight ball
I didn't have to think or or feel

My was just an old routine
day the same damn thing
I even tell I was alive
I tell you the cost of livin'
Ain't like the cost of livin' high

My whole life through my head
in that motel bed watchin' as the cops kicked in the door
I had a job and a piece of land, my wife was my best friend
But I that for cocaine and a whore

With my new sobriety I've got the time to sit and think
Of all the things I had and threw
prison is much colder than
That one that I was locked up in just

My life is an old routine
Every day the same damn
Hell, I can't even if I'm alive
I tell you the cost of livin'
Ain't like the cost of livin' high
I tell you the high cost of
Ain't like the cost of livin' high

Just leave that stuff