Luyện nghe bài hát True to Yourself

Here we go to on Sunday mornin'
on 'em
Whiskey pourin' out of skin, like a poison
Beer-soaked boots from the floor
It's perfume to a sinner, allurin'
Prophet for the slums, for the dark
Barber razor blade, pocket watch
Rings on every finger, skin
Story in his blood, he's akin
To and criminals alike
Hood, project, park, Backwoods
Sprinkles of the cocaine in his
full of propane on the shelf
Fire's in the soul, the is now a man
The of good now become a friend
Watchin' God play his life
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 remain helpless in the same
As your did before, you're a song
Better the praises of the written wrongs
Only time will kill your if you let it fall
And why there's...

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

The rifle's in the corner, on the table
Cellophane sacks, baby's in the
Chevy's in the drive, and ready for him
Lights a cigarette, on the floor
And takes toke, smoke fills the room
Sun sets behind the clouds, gloom
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 for a killin'
Brave the cold and lock the 'cause it's war
Storm with crime, only safe in buildings
of brick and mortar, brick of thick morals
Ain't got brick and Steel will support 'em
Steel with the trigger finger, take your
Billy in the basement, wasted, pipe
Bombs take it light, wrong it real
Take a quarter pound of dope and make a
Take the front, son, run for the
Cowards under power make seals
a shadow over underprivileged minds
While chasin' money, hit some basic rhymes
If the world you pen and paper, draw the line
Because there's no

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
True to
Or you'll be a
To else