Luyện nghe bài hát Crying Lightning

Outside the cafe by the factory
You were a magic trick
And my got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then a flip in your in the form of a gobstopper
Is all you left and it was going to waste

past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and
And I love that little you had called
lightning
And how you like to the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to you
of excuses to postpone
You never look like from the side
But your did not hide
The fact you knew I was your throne

With folded arms you occupy the like toothache
Stood and puff chest out like you never lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the of a reaction
There was no to grasp or gaps to claw

And past-times, consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game you had
lightning
And how you like to the icky man on rainy afternoons

But not half as as everyone assumes
You are lightning

past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and
And I hate that little game you had
lightning
Crying
Crying
lightning

Your past-times, of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game you had called