Luyện nghe bài hát This Is Not A Home

Sipping a pint
is tight
Clumsy is
High dunk types skunking the
Funny they for no cause
Only to hide in bars
And scoff from L.A. lofts at smoke laws
Fashion the the act of trendy
Laugh past you then master the craft of
The Pabst empty
or an M.G.D.
an mp3 on me
Now me
Blog writers turn snob for ad space
A cog for
The admires of fast business
Infiltrate to the pass
So now the privileged can imitate the class
And get they cred
Tradder Joes and wheat
their nose on the weekend
See on the deep end
In the the city sleeps in
And me another pee on
Man me where the leash ends

I need to a home
I'm looking for a
I'm of a home
I'm of a home
The people need a
A man who a home
A woman and a
Cus when the go off
And the show has played
And you've got nothing but the smell of to your name
And a mirror you look at
Feeling the hook for every chance you
You need to look
Searching for a

Lovers of and irony
These Iron Sheiks lining the
Designer cheap eyeing me
Lying asleep how be finding me
Relying on the I leak
Between the
The seeking the style they keep
a remedy
As Ceci N'est Pas Une
they identity

They too self
too many
For you my two on cool
For who the dissolves
Felt resolve a photograph
My his guitar and a phonograph
A in a bar with a foaming stash
Putting a dollar in your jar for the clash
Holding fast to a flash memory
The past endlessly
They ask in their veins to me
Two eyes in a friendless sleep
Who remain disguised in every senseless tweet

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

It's even harder to find friends
Being a car
Believing the
Can see you for who you are in the end
A lost
A Walker Black
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 is harnessed
I'm out of
I'm
My honor won't me
The dollar who pop
It lends me a damaging
The Los Angeles bus stop is
I pass they mask it friendly
The laughing the one standing
We acting we stand-ins
me
My
I'm the moleskin I'm in
The sentence that left me
With nothing but a phone in my
I was something home with mom

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 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 every chance you
You need to look
Searching for a