Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not A Home

Sipping a scummy
Money is
is night
High types skunking the lights
Funny they fight for no
to hide in those bars
And scoff from their L.A. at smoke laws
Fashion friendly the the act of
past you then master the craft of envy
The Pabst half
or an M.G.D.
an mp3 on me
Now me
writers turn snob drivers for ad space
A cog for
The of fast pace business
Infiltrate to earn the
So now the privileged can the working class
And get they street
Tradder Joes and wheat
Catering their nose on the
See them on the end
In the neon the city in
And me just pee on
Man meet me the leash ends

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

Lovers of apathy and
Iron Sheiks lining the streets
Designer cheap blind me
Lying asleep how they be me
on the files I leak
Between the
The seeking the style they keep
Needing a
As N'est Pas Une Pipe
Feeds identity

They too self
too many
For you my two pennies on
For who the self
Felt resolve a photograph
My his guitar and a phonograph
A in a bar with a foaming stash
a dollar in your jar for the culture clash
Holding to a flash made memory
The past fades
They ask in their veins to me
Two vain eyes in a friendless
Who will remain disguised in every tweet

I to find a home
I'm looking for a
I'm thinking of a
I'm of a home
The people need a
A man who a home
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

getting even harder to find friends
Being a car
the bartend
Can see you for who you are in the end
A rapper
A Walker Black
A sox cap
A rapture
Now tell me something honest me
tell me that I'm artless hem me
Tell me cuz I'm my mouth is harnessed
I'm out of
I'm
My won't defend me
The who lusts pop
It me a damaging trust
The Los Angeles bus is empty
I pass they mask it friendly
The the last one standing
We acting we stand-ins
me
My
I'm the I'm told in
The sentence left me lonely
nothing but a phone in my palm
I was something back home mom

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