Luyện nghe bài hát In Her Music Box

She had a bad dream in the seat
the same one as yesterday, the same one as week
surrounded by her favorites,
elmo, barbie, her purple baby
and that little match box looks just like car
its fast on the lever, its nascar
it jumps over elmo it can fly that far
with daddy in the front seat like a rapstar

hey girl, oh daddys the greatest
he the words to everything on the radio playlist
he fakes the accent even all the faces
and when he raises his voice it makes him feel like famous

yea papa got his on
down lake street tryin to get his scene on
stop in the to say somethin out the window
bobbin' his head to the on the radio
good daddy smoke no weed
until the bass cradles her back to
but he can steak his mack she takes a nap
to the sweet pretty sounds of the rap
the hats are angels voices
they keep her distracted from the voices
is a paradox, because the childhood is locked in that music box

daddys drive around, work night shifts
dreams, sleep little precious
lay down in that box, escape in the sound of that music box
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yea, daddy knows people hes
the guy with the suit and tie they see at the
and it like he aint tryin to talk to police
but at the car wash they treat him the star that she sees
they like big wheels
and the lollipop she gets her feel like a big deal
not to have it yet, gotta sit still
like the toy that she knows is gunna come the kids meal

she drive-thru food
conscious dad, he buys her the juice
a little sip of soda, the pride
go baby girl dont spill those fries
nuh uh papa cant roll a messy
compulsive in the way she laid them napkins all the seat
never puts her up on the upholstery
just kicks em side to side to the beat .. on the
she sings like dad does
she knows all the words but she leaves out the bad
except bitch, she sings the word bitch
cause it makes her daddy laugh, its her magic

and when daddy mommy up they fight
they fights about money they fight life
so she so so hard on the music
and loses herself inside of the and the movement

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turn that off.