Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet

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

And all the horses and all the king's yen
Couldn't stop the that invites these men
And all the alleyways in Amsterdam not compete
the Wall 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 teeth we kiss
You pulled out the pin with own sweet lips

Everytime the phone you get there first
And the pizza man comes, you always run for your 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 even to feel it

Oh yes, song is a joke
Funny like our house goin' up in
Funny like the bomb between my when we kiss
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 forget your shoes
I've never as lonely as when I was with you

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

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

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