Luyện nghe bài hát No Service

1]
Before my grandpa died, he me
to remind me every day above the ground is a blessing
I didn't pick up because I was in the basement, in a session
No service, yeah, no
I act like I miss home even though I started writing really only to escape it
Only part of travel that I look forward to is the ride
Give me and no service, no service
I won't go to service for mom, won't go to for dad
Grandma think I need religion, sister think that is a
When I saw the rabbi, he asked me if I'm
I "Yeah, I'm faithful"
Thank God, thank God, thank God he ask what I'm faithful to
My girl like she faithful
She pray, pray that I'm
But no matter what I really say, but no matter I really do
that I say isn't true, everything that I say is a fight
She think I only wanna fight, but I do not wanna fight with her
I just wanna see how fight, how much fight she got in her
How much trust she got in her? How many I go on?
How many times will I How many chances I get?
How much love she got in her? How much she got in her?
How much left she got in How many times I bought dinner?
How cash can I spare?
meal cost like one fifty
And flip a fucking chair if I get no service

Waitress: Are you all set to order?
Token: Yeah, uh, you go first?
Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I don't even know how to pronounce it, but it's right here on the menu, and can I get that any dressing?

2]
By myself in hotel
Is the only time I can get myself to sleep lately
"Do not disturb" sign on that handle for the cleaning lady
I no service, yeah, no service
I write about the I think about every single day
say it takes so much courage
My boy just got back the military
I never "Thank you for your service"
No
No one thinks I guidance
No one I need nourishment
Two thousand on my last post
No one thinks I need
No one thinks I a visit
No one I need a favor
No one at my doorstep except packages by a stranger
Mailman at my house more than anybody that I know
But I never a word with him
Shit, I don't even his name
I wonder how he infer about me
From the fan mail and words about me
clothes, new phones, humidifiers, microphones
European outlet
And shirts in buckets, CDs and both refer about me
He probably me better than my friends
I bet he never even heard me
I'm home, I don't tell a soul
Only and that label know
My say they wanna take my soul
But sometimes I think that they care the
My fans only wanna my heart
I give it up like this shit ain't in my
I give it up, it up, give it up
Momma said "What if one day just nothin' left?"
That made me wonder after my soul?
Shit, do I believe in a soul?
I'm just overthinking it all
Probably just it all
Monday 8 AM, bed, hit the gym
Leave the gym, the flow, one day
to feel like a brand new beginning, now it don't
No complaints, old friend at the gym I
I'm so-so, back at
Knock, knock at the door, leave me
I don't wanna see no motherfuckin'

Postal
Postal service, is home?