Luyện nghe bài hát Talk To Strangers

Nah, I wasnt raised at gunpoint and Ive too many books
To distract me from the mirror, when unhappy my looks
And I aint got proper diction for the makings of a
Though I grew up in the ghetto and my niggers all drugs

And though may validate me for a spot on MTV
Or get me all the airplay my bank account would need
I was hoping to invest in a lesson that I
I thought this fool had jumped me just it was my turn

I went to an open 'cause I knew he wouldnt do it
If somebody there could see him or somebody might prove it
And maybe in your eyes, it may seem I got out
I walked a narrow path and then went and changed my route

But that openness exposed me to a truth I find
In the fists of my ego or the confines of my mind
Or the of my swagger or the swagger in my step
Or the scowl of my or the meanness of my rep

'Cause we represent a truth, son, the by the hour
And when you open to it, is power
And in shifting form, youll find a truth that doesnt change
And that truth is proof of the fact that God is strange

to strangers, when the family fails and friends lead you astray
When laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay
Angels and Messiahs, love can come in many forms
In the hallways of your or the fat girl in your dorm

And when you finally the time to see what theyre about
Perhaps you them lonely or their wisdom trips you out
Maybe youll the spot where cycles end
You're back where you
But come time around, youll have someone to hold your hand

Who prays for you, who is there for you, who you love and light
Exposes you to parts of you that you once tried to
But come this time around, choose to walk a different path
You'll embrace what you away and cry at what you laughed

'Cause the only way were going to make it through this storm
Where ignorance is common sense and the norm
And flags high above the truth and the two never touch
And stolen goods are and freedom costs too much

And no one seems to recognize the symbols to life
The bitten on the screen and Jesus had a wife
And she was his like that stranger may be yours
Who holds a subtle that carves through worlds like magic doors

And thats Ive been looking for, the bridge from then to now
Just watching BET like what the fuck, son? This is
But that square box don't the sphere that we live in
The is not a flat screen, I aint trying to fit in

But this for the underground, this here is for the sun
A seed a stranger gave to me and on my tongue
And when I look at you, I know Im not the one
As a great man once said, theres more powerful
an idea whos time has come