Luyện nghe bài hát Little Problems, Little Lies

I down from Ft. Lewis
time PFC
And kickin in these
Aint to me

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

I lie bleedin
In a out SUV
No cell reception
No more to see

hopeless questions
Dreamin bout my
the chopper comes from heaven
To gather up my

And Im standin on a
Out on the edge
And the moon is hangin
It fills my dyin

Little problems, little
Little problems, lies

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

And some of them are
The broken places
Some of are crazy
innocence is gone

And Im on a ledge
Out on the edge
And the moon is high
And it fills my dyin

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