Luyện nghe bài hát Little Problems, Little Lies

I come down Ft. Lewis
time PFC
And kickin in doorways
Aint to me

But now I got my
That evil lives
Hate the sin and kill the
And do it all pride

I lie bleedin
In a out SUV
No more reception
No more to see

Screamin hopeless
bout my home
Till the chopper from heaven
To up my bones

And Im standin on a
Out here on the
And the moon is hangin
It fills my eyes

problems, little lies
Little problems, little

And all the young fighting
So far from home
Some are unsung
Some are made of

And of them are broken
The broken places
of them are crazy
Their is gone

And Im standin on a
Out on the edge
And the is hangin high
And it fills my eyes

Little problems, lies
Ooh, problems, little lies
Ooh, little problems, little