Luyện nghe bài hát Inside My Head

He's got my head
sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my

I am not anymore surprised at
Phone calls at four in the morning, hello,
You try to write me letters like you've
Charles Dickens overnight or something, oh I'm sorry

And I doubt that you've considered that
Just maybe those that you were forced in
Although are no excuse for
Your lack of in anyone, even you

My used my palm as an ashtray
And that was on his days, yeah
My looks like a bear or a rabbit
They said, it's just his bad habits,

He's got my head
He's in my head
He's got hold of my

I'm not even scared to cure your past
Or try to reinvent it, just it alone
I can be your lover and your
And your father who really had
To take you fishing or compassion

You my voice as your spokesman
You couldn't walk on own feet
Ain't horrid, yeah

He's got my head
sleeping in my head
He's got hold of my

the use
I've the blindness

He's got my head
He's in my head
got hold of my hand

Are you going to tell me you
Can't this weight that was a present
Twelve years this day

Well, this on the edge
Of the dry, dry
And you're you're immune
To getting torn or more,

He's got my bed
He's in my head
He's got of my hand

the use
I've caught the

He's got my bed
He's in my head
He's got of my hand

the use
I've the blindness