Luyện nghe bài hát Prophet

I I make my way okay, I guess I do
I guess I get by just you
I'm keeping to myself though, if you don't
I want to leave any fingerprints

Moving the boulevard, the walk of fame
The they're up against it
Trying to match hand sizes with the household names
And I try to bob and weave
And keep from bumping into furry fairy
And, and make it to the corner gonna lose myself inside news

And I remember when I first had come to
And you suggested, I kneel and the ground
You were such a prophet to me
And you, you're to me

Nobody wants to help when you start with a
To is not the way
You've got to put the man down on his knees
But that's not why I arrived, no was not the reason
Don't mind if I retire from a town one just like a season

I remember when I first had to town
And you I kneel and kiss the ground
You such a prophet then to me
And you, nothing to me

Waltzing in
time to your piercing cameras before me
Moving closer
Come to that there's nothing in there to show me

Pretty good show she
I kinda your style
Well, maybe we go to bed
And I help you run the three-minute mile
But first you gotta take the drinks you gotta to fake the smiles
She was a of past her prime real estate a late great tit turnstile

I remember when I first had come to
And you suggested I kneel and kiss the
You were such a then, to me
And you, nothing to me

I when I first had come to town
And you suggested I kneel and kiss the
You were such a then