Luyện nghe bài hát My Woods

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

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

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

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

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