Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet

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

And all the king's horses and all the yen
stop the abracadabra that invites these men
And all the alleyways in could not compete
Against the Wall Street with which you leave your feet

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

the phone 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 know just what the is
If you wrote it out in braille, I even 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 pulled out the pin with own sweet lips

Funny how can sound so sad sometimes
it sounds happy like a nursery rhyme
And you're not Cinderella, so don't forget your
I've been as lonely as when I was with you

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

This is fireman from the Hennepin line
We got the around ten, we couldn't get there in time
There was a driveway to a hole in the ground
I got the heebies bone deep and turned the truck around

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