Luyện nghe bài hát Little Problems, Little Lies

I come down from Ft.
First PFC
And kickin in doorways
natural to me

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

Here I lie
In a out SUV
No more cell
No more to see

hopeless questions
Dreamin my home
Till the chopper from heaven
To up my bones

And Im on a ledge
Out on the edge
And the moon is hangin
It fills my eyes

Little problems, lies
problems, little lies

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

And some of them are
The broken places
Some of them are
innocence is gone

And Im on a ledge
Out here on the
And the is hangin high
And it fills my eyes

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