Luyện nghe bài hát Crying Lightning

Outside the cafe by the cracker
You were practicing a magic
And my got rude, as you talked and chewed
On the last of 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 attention in the form of a
Is all you have and it was going to waste

Your past-times, of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy

The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to
You never like yourself from the side
But your did not hide
The fact you I was approaching your throne

With arms you occupy the bench like toothache
Stood and puff your chest out like you lost a war
And though I try so not to suffer the of a reaction
was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw

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

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