Luyện nghe bài hát Cheatercheaterbestfriendeater

Yeah, you sure broke my heart week,
When you you had slept with him.
I know you called, I got all.

La, da, da, da, da, da.

Girl, you better what you got,
Before you go and it away.

But, don't say that I don't you.
'Cause, oh, I know, all your type.
You're the of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night.
And, oh, I know, that you are sad
I feel bad.
'Cause, even after three text messages, missed calls,
You still with my best friend.

Yeah, you got a lot of nerve,
To say this was all my fault.
I you called, I got them all.

La, da, da, da, da, da.

Girl, you better what ya got,
Before you go, and it away.

But, don't say that I know you.
'Cause, oh, I know, all about type.
You're the type of girl, texts all day, and talks all night.
And, oh, I know, that you are sad
I feel bad.
'Cause, even three text messages, four missed calls,
You still with my best friend.

So, I sing, rain, rain, go away, come another day.
I say, it's okay, to give a little hell to pay.
And, every single you make your way into my sheets
The hours to minutes,
The days turn, weeks.
And, I know, so cool, but I must be a fool.
For you in, and letting you win control of my heart.
And single time you make your way into my sheets,
The hours to minutes,
The days turn weeks.

Rain, rain, go away, come another day.
When I say, okay, to give a little hell, to pay.
And, every single time you make way into my sheets
The hours to minutes,
The turn, into weeks.
And I know, so cool, but I must be a fool.
For taking you in and you win control of my heart.
And, single time you make your way into my sheets,
The hours to minutes,
The days into weeks.

Oh, I know, all about type.
You're the of girl, that texts all day, and talks all night.
And, oh, I know, that you are sad, I don't feel bad
'Cause, even after three text messages, missed calls,
You still slept my best friend.