Luyện nghe bài hát Crater Lake

Once left a lonely rage on its own, it grows
And dynamite in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows

And, oh, all the tears in tiny years
Well, look at me, I'm frightening my
You roll me

I a map of the moon
a crater with my name on it and a really good view
There I was, getting in your room
Because I to throw my weight around

And, oh, all the tears in four years
Well, look at me, I'm frightening my
You better me home

You better me home
You better me home