Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet

This is a from a gun called, "What the fuck?"
If I was standing in shoes, I'd throw my hands straight up
And start explaining at the of light, not sound
How the words get some coffee, to mean, get down

And all the king's horses and all the yen
Couldn't stop the abracadabra that invites men
And all the alleyways in Amsterdam could not
Against the Wall Street speed with which you your feet

Oh yes, this is a joke
Funny like our goin' up in smoke
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we
You out the pin with your own sweet lips

Everytime the rings you get there first
And when the pizza man comes, you always run for purse
Now I'm the son of a banker, I just what the deal is
If you wrote it out in braille, I wouldn't have to feel it

Oh yes, this song is a
like our house goin' up in smoke
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we
You out the pin with your own sweet lips

how goodbye can sound so sad sometimes
Today it sounds happy like a nursery
And you're not Cinderella, so don't your shoes
I've never been as lonely as I was with you

Oh yes, song is a scream
Funny like our doused in gasoline
Funny the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own lips

This is fireman McNeil from the Hennepin
We got the call around ten, we couldn't get in time
was a driveway leading to a hole in the ground
I got the heebies bone deep and turned the straight around

Oh yes, this is a joke
Funny like my in your bicycle spokes
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we
You pulled out the pin with own sweet lips