Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet

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

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

Oh yes, this is a joke
Funny our house goin' up in smoke
Funny like the 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 the deal is
If you wrote it out in braille, I even have to feel it

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

Funny how goodbye can so sad sometimes
Today it sounds happy a nursery rhyme
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
Funny like our lovin' doused in
Funny the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own lips

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

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