Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not A Home

Sipping a pint
Money is
Clumsy is
High dunk types the lights
Funny they for no cause
Only to hide in bars
And scoff from their L.A. at smoke laws
Fashion friendly the the act of
Laugh past you master the craft of envy
The half empty
or an M.G.D.
an mp3 on me
Now me
Blog turn snob drivers for ad space
A cog for
The admires of fast business
Infiltrate to the pass
So now the privileged can the working class
And get they street
Tradder and wheat bread
Catering their on the weekend
See them on the end
In the the city sleeps in
And me just pee on
Man meet me where the leash

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

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

They too involved
too many
For you my two pennies on
For who the self
Felt resolve from a
My father his and a phonograph
A scholar in a bar with a stash
Putting a dollar in your jar for the clash
Holding fast to a flash made
The past fades
They ask in their to remember me
Two vain eyes in a friendless
Who will remain in every senseless tweet

I need to find a
I'm for a home
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 show has been
And you've got nothing but the smell of smoke to name
And a that you look at
Feeling the hook for chance you took
You need to look

It's getting even harder to find
without a car
Believing the
Can see you for who you are in the end
A lost
A Johnny Black
A sox cap
A rapture
Now tell me something honest me
Just tell me I'm artless hem me
Tell me cuz I'm armless my is harnessed
I'm out of
I'm
My won't defend me
The who lusts pop
It lends me a trust
The Los Angeles bus is empty
I pass they mask it friendly
The the last one standing
We acting like we
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 need to a home
I'm looking for a
I'm thinking of a
I'm of a home
The need a home
A man who needs a
A woman and a
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
Feeling the for every chance you took
You need to back
Searching for a