Luyện nghe bài hát My Life

I
Sometimes I feel like I want to
No one will if
I forfeit my soul blow myself a clip
That's my father did no gun, a noose and he
My mom found him in the basement there as he
At 5 years old what that do to a kid
Produced a maniac anthrax of a kid
I hear an ambulance, sirens I'm told to be
I'm blind trying to find why my house is a
Got to go can't take it, Uncle Dave's face is
I to find my father in the bottom of the basement
My mothers covered in tears her filling with fear
Bang's on the floor shout's to God why am I are
Scared to even ask, where my dad is at the
I guess for now it's just a

Mom dad, where is he mom, where's dad
No

This is my life my
My nightmare stuck here turn
Is there a light that can on me?
God I pray you hear hommie
This is Chris your son praying feeling so
My my world
My nightmare stuck won't turn

II
Can you to me? Probably not
You still hate ye father, wanna to ye mom
Got a dad attacking in the night at around
Feet are like drums coming to you, ye run
Struggle the thoughts, am I normal or not
Abused all my even when I called out to God
What the flip, a shame what happens in the dark
Invisible to people all they seeing is the
Hold on yo, use gonna it
Your spirit be broken, soul not taken
Praying in the of the tongue for my friends
New Testament Jesus let him in
Ye brains confused what am I suppose to do
ye folks choke, tie vocal ropes around you
Walls fall surround you forget living I'll never fitting
God's love is real no matter you've ever been in

This is my my world
My nightmare stuck won't turn
Is there a light can shine on me?
Dear God I pray you hommie
This is Chris your son praying so lonely

My my world
My nightmare stuck here turn
Is there a light can shine bright won't burn?
Afterlife when I see Christ Soul

This is my lord can ye shine on me
Can anybody me?
Lord can you me?

III
Have you ever felt like you wanna
End in the night, say bye like a Lola bye
And just close ye
Those almost killed me,
filthy, no ability to move
Commit suicide I be guilty
no perfect life, it's all media hype,
The TV screen's ye right
I've seen both sides of it by now, I would a bowed
A new the lost can be found
in some real dirt, ye life kind a sucks
Ye might adjust, but rather die in the dust
I've had enough I to him, and in God I trust
it gets rough but ye can't give up