Luyện nghe bài hát Carry Me Home

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

1]
He remembers little bit of his
bad, sometimes good
But he never was one to blame today's sky on last week's rain
So he see's everything value
grim, it tastes bad too
There's nothing to do except dupe, push down the and get through it
I swear to god too stretched
Too to slip or lose steps
And the you are, the harder you fall
that's why a lot of us
Mumma, don't look now
gotta walk over people I've took down
It ain't as pretty as you think
It's gonna more than soap and a sink
he'll drink to the guilt of
every cheap wooden bridge that built
Bury those in his head
til you him up and carry him to bed

2]
Swimming alcohol and woman
some gold spray paint for that lemon
Everything he's got is not a
bottom on the flipside of top billin
Not a victim, fuck the
it out, and kill the bitch in me
Poor a little out and call it a victory
They said the sky was free
No, don't trust none of people
Won't give him enough to me for me
so even when they welcome me their kingdom
Can't bring to believe them
It goes, folk hard tryna act like no
Turn it up til it that stove top
Mr it all, bad boy showoffs
Red lights, no
Mumma, can't be the boy you raised me to be
The drama,
Afraid that it must be the Daley in me crazy
me home - take care of your baby

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