Luyện nghe bài hát Crying Lightning

Outside the by the cracker factory
You practicing a magic trick
And my got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of pick and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your lace
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a
Is all you left and it was going to waste

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

The next time that I caught my own
It was on it's way to you
Thinking of to postpone
You look like yourself from the side
But your profile did not
The fact you I was approaching your throne

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

And your past-times, of the strange
And twisted and
And I hate that little game you had
Crying
And how you like to aggravate the man on rainy afternoons

But not half as as everyone assumes
You are crying

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

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