Luyện nghe bài hát Read Wiped In Blue

I never knew my mom, once I was she was dead
She wanted me. At least that's what my dad said
He said she was polluted, ignorant,
And was roughly the outline of what he beat into my head
I grew up in a with more rooms than I could count
No siblings, just strangers moving in and out
My dad hated all our
Had stepped on his prophets they'd be finished
'Cause his is what he was about
Ever his birth, he was a nuisance to humanity
I wish he died instead of mom. Maybe I'd love family
But I'd smile at pops, concealing that feeling of, "I you."
Each day he'd wear the same colors, with the same suit
And mother would come to me I would close my eyes and sink
To the thought of her voice, and the lullabies she'd sing
'Til I was sound asleep. Then I'd awake and be gone
My whole life, my soul her songs
I guess the grass is greener on the other side
And intangible experience structures one
From the Koran to
Since when did fall in between Lebanon and Ireland?

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Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a pot
in my father's eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot
Freedom screams through a sky, by a culture shock
Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a pot

His was to be up, you gotta push someone down
That was all I 'cause that was all I was around
I found the flaws in his methods from the in myself
Father Only an uncle to every one else
He taught me how to talk without looking in your
Gave me a to five, made me ignore the lullabies
A of the dried tears shade me colorless
And categorize me as a failing to realize how far away his mother is
Our relationship hovered with strength, even though it's
Hard to quit hearing her poetry. emotions leak
With the she hits I float, defying gravitation
The only mom I have is in my imagination. So it

One day daddy's gonna die, choking on the gun he

And when that day comes I shall to my mother
And we'll walk hand in straight to heaven
And when the clouds part, tell her that I love her
And she'll with an open heart. No question
Unless dad was right, and she was a monster
Maybe her silhouette the hell of his own childhood
Maybe so insane, no one cared to help
But if nothing else on this earth could her spirit, I bet my smile could
The volumes of her songs decreased the older I grew
Daddy my only influence of attitude
Now I'm robotically imperialistic, and of people
A trait by my parent's omnipotent ego
His symbol's the eagle, but his child isn't
You'll see no sign around my neck saying I'm to be me
I'm not grown up, the concept of is dead
He left scars on my back when my was read
I guess the is always greener on the other side
And intangible experience structures one
From the to leprechauns
Since did America fall in between Lebanon and Ireland?

Daddy think that I forgot