Luyện nghe bài hát My Woods

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

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

The forest of my childhood a filthy parking lot
What isn't asphalt is connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
And lies a home
He the streets alone
Walking through the backyards circling the stem left unto his own

Motionless a growing mold
me rotates a world with no control
I know, I'll never make it by
But he believes, he believes in one more

Twenty-three atop the peak of guaranteed
Lets hope at thirty-five my friend is still up there 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 bags and run
I'll run away, run away