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, and sleeps
Laminate flooring to on, TV
Talks, to walk, amongst love and security

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

got doctors, nurses, fireman, churches
Kindergarten, wedding and jet black hearses
Passport, bankcard, maybe his own
and alarms, trinkets and charms
Maybe a in his arms

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

Went back to a flat, no gas, no cash
in a duvet full of cigarette ash
Mama get no sleep
never quite get enough to eat

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

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