Luyện nghe bài hát My Woods

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

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

The forest of my childhood a filthy parking lot
What asphalt is barely connected by deserted grown in stonewalls
And therein a home
He stumbles the streets
Walking through the circling the brain stem left unto his own

Motionless a statue growing
me rotates 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 peak of guaranteed
hope at thirty-five my friend inside 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
pack my bags and run away
I'll run away, run away