Luyện nghe bài hát Little Problems, Little Lies

I come down Ft. Lewis
time PFC
And kickin in doorways
Aint to me

But now I got my
That evil inside
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

Screamin questions
bout my home
Till the chopper from heaven
To up my bones

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

problems, little lies
Little problems, little

And all the young dudes
So far from home
Some are unsung
Some are made of

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

And Im standin on a
Out on the edge
And the moon is hangin
And it my dyin eyes

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