Luyện nghe bài hát Falling Down

They say that when it rains it pours, they're

Falling out of the sky
(It's falling on me)
come down, fall down
Praying down, fall down
from out of the sky

When I forgot to close the blinds I sleep
Kept waking up from all the shine, glare in my
I'm off three hours, eat, sleep, repeat grind
It's what he does that others do is what's defining him

I never would've thought the wrote on a page
Would have me on the other side of on a stage
I never thought there was a stage on Earth
made me feel more at home besides my place of birth

I'm from gun slinging CA every movie's watched
Then watched for instant replay
So days and nights with ink bleeding papers
Fall asleep on flights, it sleeping with strangers
Now back to the City of Angels where the is

Falling out of the sky
(It's falling on me)
Praying come down, fall
Praying down, fall down

I simplify by design, my get scribed
To the vinyl when they rhyme, mark it with a
Count lessons, toes, fingers, I'm
I've passed so many lows to all the highs

I've learned some things and others to tolerate
(Like what?)
You can be a day short but not a late
New day in [unverified] chain link, put it

Beat the drum, for rain, we ain't the same under the weather
Just me against the world on the verge of
Trying to apart like each word of the sentence
King vs apprentice, vs. challenger

The challenger swung, the champ fell, they him out of there
I throw raps to sea in a bottle to
a lost SOS that the novelist wrote
The wind blew and popped the top, read the letter
To whom it may concern, my sick words the weather

from out of the sky
(It's falling on me)
Praying down, fall down
come down, fall down

So I forgot to change the time showing up
With my money on my mind trying to keep from
One of a kind, I'm defined by my
For everything I did from inception to

'Cause I be running on unleaded
Collecting money for sacks fronted for the rent is due
A still running towards the rainbow's ending
Knowing damn well, the gold meant for spending

You ten from a nickel in your pocket
Shit, I'm thirty short of twenty in my wallet, yeah
You might need fingers for the runners
Maybe six on the hand, a dozen on the other

I bundle up gloves for the summer
in the winter with a slicker and umbrella
A fella chasing like he running a maze
But really I'm just in place, I need the bread to start

Falling out of the sky
(It's down on me)
Praying come down, down
Praying down, fall down
from out of the sky