Luyện nghe bài hát Crying Lightning

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

Said your mistaken if your that I haven't been called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then a flip in attention 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 that little game you had called
lightning
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on afternoons

The next time I caught my own reflection
It was on it's way to you
Thinking of excuses to
You never look yourself from the side
But profile did not hide
The fact you knew I was approaching your

With folded arms you occupy the bench toothache
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 or gaps to claw

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

But not half as impossible as assumes
You are lightning

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

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