Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Pain

Exit the road, on the highway
my block 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 house of
to the house of pain, aaaaaaaaaah

Walking in that hallway where mom say, she get the wrong way
And all day, all you do is argue about it all day
And all they, never it in a calm way
She throws stuff at him, he tries to hop out of harm's way
And say, that it ain't no place like home
Which is true, cause home is like no place I've known
They can't see the light is dark, even with the light on
But even when the good times die, life on
look in the bathroom, look at this girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life she knows it sucks
Cause her father's, not to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know bastard ain't showing up
Look at him up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the
He's broke and he mama, cause she can't fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the became victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist 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 your pain-I feel your pain, welcome to the house of pain

Ro]
Open the door to my home, and you'll see man
And a sign that says, Welcome to Nobody
Now if you take a look around, you see it's so easy
To notice the pain, and my heart bleeding
Trying to make ends meet, ain't no 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 with the stress, embedded in his
So he it physically, but tell me who's 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 are flinching
Now the police trying to warn him, bout
But only God can judge me, so nigga fuck your
Cause when I'm dead, my niggas bond me out of hell

(*talking*)
Lord, the house of pain is yours
Sometimes I cried, I
it hurt so much, I was confused
But then I realized, 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 don't know, what else to do
I just a little faith, I need praying
Can't on no one's help, but you
I the Lord, gon feel my pain
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 a mother cause hell
There's no on the table, he does it himself
the drugs that he sells, his old man does he need 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 saying, quit with the lying
ask for the drama, just mash for a dolla
Trying to get a dolla, to buy for his daughter
But then he gotta hear his mama, and mama holla
Just he ain't got a lot of money, he got nada
Never for the drama, just asked for a cama
After the line of zeros, and after the of
Of patience started buzzing, he your honor
He caught a case, but he was after a dolla