🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Home - Jay Brannan

 Fatal habits, broken 
 Waking up isn't all  seems
 We  on to what we couldn't see
 I carried  you carried me
 
 Camped out in Hollywood roasting  from your father
 We proved survival of the  bother
 We were young  excited
 We were lost  alone
 We  free but misguided
 And we had no place to call 
 
 Same old story,  song
 Most  get the lyrics wrong
 Verse by verse we  a raging bull
  empty, balls full
 
  nights in Hollywood banging guitars and boys
 Swingsets and cigarettes  our joys
  were young and excited
 We were lost and 
 We were  but misguided
 And we had  place to call home
 
 Why don't the Gideons leave  in the drawer?
 Bibles don't save many  anymore
 We took up  in the bathroom
 There were dollars on the 
  looked at you; you said to me, "Jay, we're worth more"
 
 We were  and excited
 Lost and 
  were free but misguided
  we'd found a place to call home