Luyện nghe bài hát True to Yourself

Here we go to church on Sunday
on 'em
Whiskey pourin' out of skin, it's a poison
Beer-soaked boots from the floor
It's to a sinner, it's allurin'
Prophet for the slums, prayer for the
Barber straight razor blade, watch
Rings on finger, sacrificial skin
Story in his blood, he's akin
To and criminals alike
Hood, project, park, Backwoods
of the cocaine in his nails
Tank full of propane on the
Fire's in the soul, the is now a man
The enemies of good now become a
Watchin' God play his life
Happily, an instrumental in the
You never fit, you're a misfit
a quiet voice no matter how loud you get
Despite the effort, you remain
You helpless in the same outfit
As your father did before, a song
sing the praises of the written wrongs
Only will kill your spirit 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 be a fool
To somebody

The rifle's in the corner, on the table
sacks, baby's in the cradle
Chevy's in the drive, and ready for him
Lights a cigarette, ashes on the
And takes another toke, smoke the room
Sun sets behind the clouds, gloom
on the run, sirens in the distance
Wild town, violent and resistant
In the street, rage and fight
Any given night, it's just reason for a killin'
Brave the cold and the door 'cause it's war
Storm with crime, only safe in buildings
Made of brick and mortar, brick of thick
Ain't got brick and mortar? Steel will 'em
with the trigger finger, take your life
Billy in the basement, wasted, makin'
Bombs it light, wrong take it real
Take a quarter pound of dope and a deal
the front, son, run for the hills
Cowards under power sonic seals
a shadow over underprivileged minds
While they're chasin' money, hit some basic
If the world gives you pen and paper, the line
Because there's no

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