Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

No one unless I leave
No home, the voice repeats

Kind hands around my neck
Sharp teeth in my back
Cold eyes laser beams
Oh! God, relieve me of this

A from A to Z, this is too much for me
Don't this mess, I must confess
I this stress

The more I work, the less I
The less I learn, the more you

Small lips big huge lies
sores growing in my mouth
Red blood from my heart
Oh! God, me of this STRESS

I'm not your property, on and set me free
Don't want this mess, I must
I hate this