Luyện nghe bài hát In The End

My was born in a bed
white sheets, machines and heat
Traveled home in a car to a three room nest, eats and
flooring to crawl on, TV
Talks, starts to walk, love and security

Goes to school, learns to read and
follows a team with his friends
And gets to the train
Fall in love, probably fly on a
Get to all week and spend what he earns
On the street

He's got doctors, nurses, fireman,
Kindergarten, wedding bells and jet hearses
Passport, bankcard, his own yard
and alarms, trinkets and charms
Maybe a in his arms

My baby was born on his
One of poverty's
into the world coughing
Already full of Mama's

Went back to a flat, no gas, no cash
Rapped in a duvet full of ash
can't get no sleep
Baby quite get enough to eat

Goes to school, learns to steal and
Probably form a with his friends
Go those trains
Fall in love and never trust again
Gets to work all week standing on the street for Joe
Hustling

Hustling