🎵 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, you carried 
 
 Camped out  Hollywood roasting letters from your father
 We proved survival of  why bother
 We were young  excited
 We were lost  alone
 We were free but 
 And we had no place to call 
 
 Same  story, different song
 Most people  the lyrics wrong
 Verse by verse we  a raging bull
 Stomach  balls full
 
  nights in Hollywood banging guitars and boys
 Swingsets and cigarettes were  joys
 We were young and 
 We  lost and alone
 We were  but misguided
 And we had  place to call home
 
 Why  the Gideons leave condoms in the drawer?
 Bibles  save many people anymore
 We took up quarters in the 
 There were dollars  the floor
 I looked at you; you said  me, "Jay, we're worth more"
 
 We were young and 
 Lost  alone
  were free but misguided
 And  found a place to call home