Luyện nghe bài hát My Woods

There's a kid my head with a hatchet to my nerves
Rebellion fills the he sings and, this much I deserve
With hack at synaptic gaps, there's another to the hairline
His freckled skin hides an angry
And even though he wants me dead I'd myself to keep him alive

Flat out motionless a statue mold
Around me rotates a with no control

The forest of my childhood now's a filthy lot
isn't asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
And therein a home
He stumbles the streets
Walking through the backyards the brain stem left unto his own

Motionless a statue growing
Around me rotates a with no control
I know, never make it by myself
But he believes, he believes in one swing

Twenty-three atop the of nothing guaranteed
Lets hope at thirty-five my friend is still up there and still alive
I'll pack my bags and run
I'll run away, I'll run
Out run the axe day
I'll my bags and run away
run away, I'll run away