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

My heart is from me
I am standing all
Please call me only if you are home
Waste another year by
Waste a or two
You taught me how to

In the streets of
Where you've your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of
The stems and of the last of the dope
a glow of light
The st. Jimmy is the spark in the
gifts and trust
The fixture in the of lust
the hell's your name
What's your and what is your pain?
Do you dream too
Do you think what you need is a

In the crowd of st. Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "we're fucked up" and not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can

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

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

is filling out paperwork now
At the facility on 12th st
He's not to a word now
He's in his own
And daydreaming
He'd rather be doing else now
Like cigarettes and coffee the underbelly
His life is on the of anxiety now
She had and he had plenty

Somebody get me out of
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 right now
I just want to be
Is there a
Get me out of right now

life like dream ain't for me

I asleep watching spike TV
ten cups of coffee
And still not here
of a song
But something wrong
And you tell anyone
'Cause no there
Left me here
When I have stayed home
After ten of coffee
I'm where'd you go
Nobody you
Everyone you
They're all out without you fun
Everyone you
like you
They're all out you havin' fun
you go

I got a rock and roll
I got a rock and roll
I got a rock and girlfriend
And ex-wife
I got a rock and house
I got a and roll 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 twenty two days
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 that was fair now
Go-carts and are treasures they will bear
In the summer
The world is spinning and around
Out of again
The 7-11 to the fear of down
So send my a letter bomb
And me in hell
We're the ones

We're coming again

We're coming again

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

We're coming again

We're coming home

We're coming home

We're coming home

We're coming home

We're home again

We're coming home

We're coming again

Nobody you
Everyone you
They're all out without you fun