Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet

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

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

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

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

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

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 been as lonely as when I was with you

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

is fireman McNeil from the Hennepin line
We got the call around ten, we couldn't get there in
There was a leading to a hole in the ground
I got the heebies bone and turned the truck straight around

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