Luyện nghe bài hát To Call My Own

It's blowing through my streak
the farm on a dead end street
Nothing ever grows under sun

It's filling with emptiness
And driving past your old
Loneliness, two has turned one

They you with broken arms
You they don't mean no harm
Do they anything at all?

You crowded by my company
You hate but parts of me
And I know a new myth on your floor

up in 409
The days are yours, the are mine
Burned out except the door

It's like breaking out of homes
They tell you they don't eat own
Searching for one thing to call my own, to my own

There's a goldmine in the local
You get lives, you need thirteen
Paid the price, landed on all

You to mean the world to me
Scared to death, of what means
So we don't nothing at all

I welcome you with arms
You know I don't no harm
Do I mean at all?

And they all come from homes
They tell you they don't eat own
for one thing to call my own