Luyện nghe bài hát True to Yourself

Here we go to on Sunday mornin'
on 'em
Whiskey pourin' out of skin, it's like a
boots from the barroom floor
It's to a sinner, it's allurin'
Prophet for the slums, for the dark
Barber straight blade, pocket watch
Rings on every finger, sacrificial
Story written in his blood, he's
To and criminals alike
Hood, project, trailer park,
Sprinkles of the in his nails
Tank full of on the shelf
in the soul, the child is now a man
The enemies of good now become a
God play his life violin
Happily, an instrumental in the
You will fit, you're a misfit
You're a quiet voice no how loud you get
the effort, you remain reckless
You remain helpless in the same
As your father did before, you're a
Better sing the praises of the written
Only will kill your spirit if you let it fall
And why there's...

No at all
No like now
To get on the
If you get out
You got to be
True to
Or be a fool
To else

The rifle's in the corner, money on the
Cellophane sacks, baby's in the
Chevy's in the drive, and ready for him
Lights a cigarette, ashes on the
And takes another toke, smoke the room
Sun sets behind the clouds, gloom
Cops on the run, in the distance
Wild small town, and resistant
In the street, rage and fight
Any given night, it's another reason for a killin'
Brave the and lock the door 'cause it's war
filled with crime, only safe in buildings
Made of and mortar, brick of thick morals
Ain't got brick and mortar? Steel will 'em
Steel with the finger, take your life
in the basement, wasted, makin' pipe
Bombs take it light, wrong take it
Take a quarter pound of and make a deal
Take the front, son, run for the
Cowards under make sonic seals
Cast a shadow over underprivileged
While they're chasin' money, hit basic rhymes
If the gives you pen and paper, draw the line
Because there's no

There's no at all
No time now
To get on the
If you get out
You got to be
True to
Or you'll be a
To somebody

No at all
No like now
To get on the
If you get out
You got to be
True to
Or be a fool
To somebody