Luyện nghe bài hát True to Yourself

Here we go to on Sunday mornin'
on 'em
Whiskey pourin' out of skin, it's a poison
Beer-soaked boots from the barroom
perfume to a sinner, it's allurin'
Prophet for the slums, for the dark
Barber razor blade, pocket watch
on every finger, sacrificial skin
Story written in his blood, he's
To animals and alike
Hood, project, park, Backwoods
Sprinkles of the in his nails
full of propane on the shelf
Fire's in the soul, the is now a man
The enemies of good now become a
Watchin' God his life violin
Happily, an in the wind
You will never fit, you're a
You're a quiet voice no how loud you get
Despite the effort, you remain
You helpless in the same outfit
As your father did before, you're a
Better sing the of the written wrongs
Only time will kill your if you let it fall
And why there's...

No at all
No like now
To get on the
If you get out
You got to be
to yourself
Or you'll be a
To somebody

The rifle's in the corner, money on the
Cellophane sacks, in the cradle
Chevy's in the drive, cranked and for him
Lights a cigarette, on the floor
And takes toke, smoke fills the room
Sun sets behind the clouds, heavy
Cops on the run, sirens in the
Wild small town, and resistant
In the street, they and fight
Any given night, it's just another reason for a
Brave the cold and lock the door 'cause war
Storm filled with crime, only in buildings
Made of brick and mortar, brick of morals
Ain't got brick and Steel will support 'em
Steel with the finger, take your life
Billy in the basement, wasted, makin'
Bombs take it light, wrong take it
a quarter pound of dope and make a deal
Take the front, son, run for the
under power make sonic seals
Cast a shadow over underprivileged
While they're chasin' money, hit basic rhymes
If the world you pen and paper, draw the line
there's no time

There's no at all
No time now
To get on the
If you get out
You got to be
to yourself
Or you'll be a
To somebody

No at all
No time now
To get on the
If you get out
You got to be
to yourself
Or be a fool
To else