Luyện nghe bài hát It's All In Your Head (song)

Momma young giving birth to a son in a home for wayward girls
was sidewalk, soapbox preacher
Looking forward to the end of the
Friday night he'd pick a Jesus fight down at the local pool hall
Racking up souls all those caught behind the eight ball

He said, I preach for the light, the light the way
Don't ever trust what the say
We walked on the moon, Elvis ain't dead
You ain't going crazy all in your head

was a messed up, dressed up waitress
With a slightly tarnished of gold
She wasn't bad for a new step momma as far as step mamma's go
knew she was the one as he baked in the sun
In a parking lot preaching the
Up shot her and she cried, oh, man I feel it, yes, I feel it I do

It's been revealed to me down in my soul
There were two shooters on the grassy
We never on the moon Elvis ain't dead
You ain't going crazy all in your head
Let us

all interpretation
To find the you gotta read between the lines
Work out your own salvation narrow path is hard to define
Heaven's more than a place a state of mind

In his quest for truth was moved by the spirit
To up a snake
In a moment of the venom turned out stronger than daddy's faith

But I'll never forget his dying breath the words that he said
We never on the moon, Elvis ain't dead
You going crazy it's all in your head
Let me ya

all interpretation
To find the truth you read between the lines
out your own salvation that narrow path is had to define
Heaven's more than a place a state of mind
of mind