Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

"Got to my way of living
Got to my style"

1]
He remembers little bit of his
Sometimes bad, good
But he never was one to blame grey sky on last week's rain
So he everything face value
Looks grim, it bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the wall and get it
I to god it's too stretched
Too easy to slip or steps
And the taller you are, the harder you
that's why a lot of us
Mumma, please don't now
I've gotta walk over people took down
It ain't as pretty as you probably
It's take more than soap and a sink
Tomorrow drink to the guilt of
every cheap wooden that he's built
Bury those skeletons in his
til you pick him up and him to bed

2]
Swimming through and woman
Gets some gold spray paint for that
he's got is not a given
rock bottom on the flipside of top
Not a victim, the sympathy
Figure it out, and kill the in me
Poor a little liquor out and call it a
They said the sky was free
No, don't none of these people
Won't give him enough to me for me
so even when they welcome me into kingdom
Can't bring to believe them
It goes, folk tryna act like no flaw
Turn it up til it burns stove top
Mr know it all, bad boy
Red lights, no
Mumma, this be the boy you raised me to be
The drama,
that it must be the Daley in me that's crazy
Carry me - take care of your baby

Don't live like that, no
Don't wanna like that, no