Luyện nghe bài hát Besitos

You're my explosion.
A violin with no hands plays symphonies no words.
A drowning boy with no voice prays up there's telling me,
better not get back up!
I spit my heart into red cup.
I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin night.

And she said,
"Baby, leave the by the bed for later,"
and I woke up without a drop.

I told myself I'm tired of holding up your plans.
Go down your list and be if all you have is not enough.

(True comes from more than just the heart)

She said a picture of me,
throw your dress up and heart away.
Yeah, I heard what you (no!)
A friend of a friend, these at the party never paid.
And if doesn't turn you on.
I'll talking till something does.
As we're covered in sand, you over and smile.

I myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
Go down your and be satisfied it's all you have.
And that day,
I'll you flowers from the cemetery, red roses.
Red of the dead.
How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her

So say it, say I'm in love, cause you me
crying from your job, you just got fired.
And you don't have a plan,
so expect me to understand.

(A bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco)

Yeah!
We all breakdown.
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my friends,
but they there from beginning to end.

I'm tired of holding up your plans.
Go your list and be satisfied it's all you have.
You know never held a gun in my life,
but now I carry one in case I see you tonight.
walls.
Oh, bedroom walls.
Oh, I what it tastes like.