Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Pain

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

Walking in that hallway where mom say, she get treated the way
And all day, all you do is just about it all day
And all they, handle it in a calm way
She throws stuff at him, he tries to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it no place like home
Which is true, cause home is really like no I've known
They can't see the is dark, even with the light bulbs on
But even when the times die, life goes on
Yeah in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she it sucks
Cause her father's, not to see her growing up
Her tomorrow, we know that bastard ain't showing up
Look at him po'ing up, in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the
He's and he blame mama, cause she can't fix him
Now the whisp'ring, bout how the family became victims
But don't him off, cause you know that he's violent
You he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's silent
911, can somebody dial it
Lord please, you help me put a end to this riot

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

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

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

When I'm struggling,
And I really don't know, what to do
I need a little faith, I need praying
Can't on no one's help, but you
I know the Lord, gon feel my
And I that, you gon help me through
Cause I know, you my pain
my paa-aaaain

Come inside his brother's in jail, he copes putting in himself
And his mother is well, she's not being a cause hell
There's no dinner on the table, he does it
With the drugs that he sells, his old man does he need
Naw-uh look in the living room, there's no
TV images of Hitler, Sadam and Bin
They feeding me them images, but I'm not buying
What them guys in the saying, quit with the lying
Never ask for the drama, just mash for a
to get a dolla, to buy pampers for his daughter
But then he gotta hear his mama, and baby holla
Just he ain't got a lot of money, he got nada
Never asked for the drama, just 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