🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Home - Jay Brannan

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