Luyện nghe bài hát Stress

No one calls I leave
No home, the voice repeats

Kind hands wrapped around my
Sharp biting in my back
Cold eyes laser beams
Oh! God, relieve me of STRESS

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

The I work, the less I make
The less I learn, the you take

Small telling big huge lies
White sores growing in my
Red blood pouring my heart
Oh! God, relieve me of STRESS

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