🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Home - Jay Brannan

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