Luyện nghe bài hát My Woods

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

out motionless a statue growing mold
Around me a world with no control

The of my childhood now's a filthy parking lot
What asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
And lies a home
He stumbles the alone
Walking through the backyards circling the stem left unto his own

Motionless a statue mold
me rotates a world 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 inside is still up and still alive
I'll pack my and run away
I'll run away, I'll run
Out run the axe day
I'll pack my and run away
I'll run away, run away