Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not A Home

Sipping a scummy
Money is
Clumsy is
High dunk types skunking the
Funny they fight for no
to hide in those bars
And scoff from their L.A. lofts at laws
Fashion the the act of trendy
Laugh past you then the craft of envy
The half empty
or an M.G.D.
an mp3 on me
Now me
Blog writers turn snob drivers for ad
A cog for
The admires of fast pace
to earn the pass
So now the privileged can imitate the class
And get street cred
Joes and wheat bread
Catering their on the weekend
See on the deep end
In the neon the city in
And me another pee on
Man meet me where the ends

I to find a home
I'm looking for a
I'm thinking of a
I'm dreaming of a
The need a home
A man who needs a
A and a home
Cus the lights go off
And the show has been
And you've got nothing but the smell of smoke to name
And a mirror that you at
the hook for every chance you took
You need to look
for a home

Lovers of and irony
Iron Sheiks lining the streets
Designer blind eyeing me
Lying how they be finding me
on the files I leak
Between the
The sheep seeking the they keep
Needing a
As Ceci Pas Une Pipe
Feeds identity

They too self
Their too
For you my two on cool
For who the dissolves
Felt resolve a photograph
My his guitar and a phonograph
A scholar in a bar with a stash
a dollar in your jar for the culture clash
Holding to a flash made memory
The fades endlessly
They ask in their to remember me
Two vain eyes in a sleep
Who will remain in every senseless tweet

I need to find a
I'm for a home
I'm of a home
I'm of a home
The people a home
A man who a home
A woman and a
Cus the lights go off
And the show has been
And you've got nothing but the smell of to your name
And a mirror that you at
Feeling the hook for chance you took
You need to look

It's getting even harder to friends
Being a car
the bartend
Can see you for who you are in the end
A lost
A Johnny Walker
A sox cap
A false
Now tell me honest offend me
Just tell me I'm artless hem me
Tell me cuz I'm armless my mouth is
I'm out of
I'm
My won't defend me
The dollar who pop
It me a damaging trust
The Los Angeles bus stop is
I pass they mask it friendly
The the last one standing
We acting we stand-ins
me
My
I'm the moleskin I'm in
The sentence that left me
nothing but a phone in my palm
I was something home with mom

I need to find a
I'm looking for a
I'm thinking of a
I'm of a home
The people need a
A man who needs a
A and a home
Cus when the go off
And the has been played
And got nothing but the smell of smoke to your name
And a mirror that you at
Feeling the hook for chance you took
You to look back
for a home