Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Pain

Exit the road, on the highway
It's my block homie, now you my way
Ignore her, like cars in the driveway
Walk inside, and let troubles fly away
Hmmm-hmmm-hmm, I feel pain
I feel pain, it's the house of pain
Welcome to the house of pain,

Walking in that hallway where mom say, she get the wrong way
And all day, all you do is just about it all day
And all they, never it in a calm way
She throws at him, while he tries to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it ain't no like home
Which is true, cause home is like no place I've known
They can't see the light is dark, with the light bulbs on
But even when the good times die, life on
Yeah in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she knows it
her father's, not around to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we that bastard ain't showing up
at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he liquor like the prescription
He's broke and he blame mama, cause she fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the family victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know that he's
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's
911, can please dial it
Lord please, could you help me put a end to this

Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmmm-hmm, I feel pain
I feel your pain-I feel your pain, welcome to the of pain

Ro]
Open the door to my home, and see nobody man
And a sign that says, to Nobody Land
Now if you a look around, you will see it's so easy
To the pain, and my mother's heart bleeding
Trying to make ends meet, ain't no father to
But besides the she needs some love herself
Now she's screaming her son's name, Lil' Ro come home Thirty minutes passed, she realized Ro gone
He deal with the stress, embedded in his brain
So he it physically, but tell me who's to blame
Was it the dope or mama fussing, know his daddy was
A bad day, or was it just alone
so stressed on the edge, and his palms are flinching
Now the police trying to warn him, bout
But only God can judge me, so nigga fuck your
when I'm dead, my niggas can't bond me out of hell

(*talking*)
Dear Lord, the house of is yours
I cried, I complained
Cause it hurt so much, I was
But then I realized, Im praisen you at my most
Is when I'm crying, I'm
Or when I'm struggling, you

When I'm struggling,
And I really don't know, else to do
I just need a little faith, I praying
call on no one's help, but you
I the Lord, gon feel my pain
And I trust that, you gon help me
I know, you feel my pain
Feel my

Come inside his brother's in jail, he copes putting drugs in
And his mother is well, she's not being a cause hell
There's no on the table, he does it himself
With the drugs that he sells, his old man does he help
Naw-uh look in the living room, there's no
TV images of Hitler, and Bin Loden
They feeding me them images, but I'm not buying
What them guys in the office saying, quit with the
Never ask for the drama, just for a dolla
to get a dolla, to buy pampers for his daughter
But then he gotta hear his mama, and baby mama
Just he ain't got a lot of money, he got nada
Never asked for the drama, asked for a cama
After the line of zeros, and the time of
Of started buzzing, he blasted your honor
He caught a case, but he was chasing a dolla