Luyện nghe bài hát Life Is A Loom

Sometimes you just leave it to God
'Coz in one way or another we all puppets in game
It's like a loom and the threads are the days
And only God when to cut
though the job's unfinished we're all by his mercy

You know I can recall when pops left
He used to write us twice a year we have a phone
I grew up on my own my cried often
I mean he didn't even show up when she passed

She had a heart attack 'cause they he got married again
Cut all ties with us he had a new family and friends
So I was to step up to be a man
Quit get a job you know just be there for my fam'

You see I'm nothing like my pops I see my twice a year
And one day I'll her and my kid up here
You see that there, that's our wedding she was 21
Ain't she and my first born was a son
And now pregnant again

you
And if it's a girl name her Fatima, give her the world
You see my friend life is a so you keep smiling like me
Oh is this you get off?
25 please

Life is a
The threads are the
God when to cut them
Even though the work done

Life is a
The threads are the
God when to cut them
Even though the work ain't

Vamos! gente vamos
Esta el aeropuerto
Todo esta
un sentimiento incierto

Es el da de su
Ha estado
un temperamento!
Y atencin yo no le he

Tuvo unos
Nadie me ha
Nunca yo que mis palabras
Le han

s s la importancia de ser padre
El mo m fue un cobarde
Pero eso es aparte
Lo ser un abrazo

Una lagrima, coraje y
Un grito muy
Remordimiento y

is a loom
The threads are the
God decides to cut them
Even though the work done

is a loom
The are the days
God decides to cut them
Even though the ain't done

Shu, I ain't for the American dream, it's too fucking far
swim across the Atlantic too many sharks
Put me down for the Euro
walk the Mediterranean and que pasa in Spain

Don't give me that weird hombre, I got my passport
Name Chris, born Swiss in 1944
Ain't no telling I'll do just to get up north
I'm tired of watching them guns come home building them floors

Rolling cars, but why?
On our streets no asphalt!
I'm stuck here, stressed trying to open this
They'd be cash money, bling-bling in of my boys

Playa Ya damn right
I hate mo'fuckers
Act their lives' like glamor and shit
Flash their
While my city struggle like

I dream too about looking when I cross the border
They back on a sunny day and tell my mama, "I told ya"
Who said anything illegal gots to be dirty
action, next year, a wife and a mansion

Believe in the moment and you be here with me
with me if God's willing
You it