Luyện nghe bài hát Homecoming: The Death of St. Jimmy/East 12th St./Nobody Likes You/Rock

My heart is from me
I am all alone
call me only if you are coming home
Waste year flies by
a night or two
You taught me how to

In the of shame
you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no of hope
The and seeds of the last of the dope
There's a of light
The st. Jimmy is the spark in the
gifts and trust
The fixture in the city of
the hell's your name
What's your pleasure and what is your
Do you too much?
Do you think you need is a crutch

In the crowd of pain st. Jimmy comes any shame
He says, "we're up" and we're not the same
And mom and dad are the you can blame

died today
He blew his into the bay
In state of mind, it's my own private suicide

Well, nobody
Well, cares
anyone care if nobody cares?
Well, nobody
Well, nobody
Does anyone if nobody cares?

is filling out paperwork now
At the on east 12th st
not listening to a word now
He's in his own
And daydreaming
He'd rather be something else now
Like cigarettes and coffee with the
His life is on the line of now
She had enough and he had

get me out of there
Anybody get me out of
get me out of here
Get me the right out of there

So far
I don't stay
Get me out of here now
I want to be free
Is a possibility
Get me out of right now

life like dream ain't for me

I fell asleep watching TV
After ten of coffee
And still not here
of a song
But something went
And you can't tell
'Cause no one's
Left me here
When I should have stayed
ten cups of coffee
I'm where'd you go
likes you
Everyone you
all out without you havin' fun
Everyone you
Nobody's you
all out without you havin' fun
you go

I got a rock and band
I got a rock and life
I got a rock and roll
And another
I got a and roll house
I got a rock and car
I the shit out the drums
And I can play the
I got a kid in New
I got a kid in the bay
I haven't drank or smoked a
In over twenty two
So get off my case, get off my case, off my case!

Here they come marching down the
Like a desperation murmur of a heart
Coming back from the edge of
their feet
The has come and it's going nowhere
Nobody ever said life was fair now
Go-carts and guns are treasures they bear
In the summer
The world is spinning and around
Out of again
The 7-11 to the of breaking down
So send my a letter bomb
And me in hell
We're the going

We're coming home

We're coming home

I started running
As soon as my feet ground
We're in the barrio
And to you and me, jingle town that's

We're coming again

We're home again

We're coming home

We're coming home

We're coming again

We're coming home

We're home again

We're coming home

likes you
Everyone you
They're all out without you fun