Luyện nghe bài hát Little Problems, Little Lies

I come from Ft. Lewis
First PFC
And in these doorways
Aint to me

But now I got my
That evil lives
the sin and kill the sinner
And do it all pride

Here I lie
In a out SUV
No more cell
No more to see

hopeless questions
Dreamin my home
Till the chopper from heaven
To gather up my

And Im standin on a
Out on the edge
And the is hangin high
It fills my eyes

Little problems, lies
problems, little lies

And all the dudes fighting
So far away home
Some are unsung
are made of stone

And of them are broken
The broken places
Some of them are
Their innocence is

And Im on a ledge
Out here on the
And the moon is high
And it my dyin eyes

Little problems, little
Ooh, little problems, lies
Ooh, problems, little lies