🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Home - Jay Brannan

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