Luyện nghe bài hát Crying Lightning

Outside the cafe by the factory
You were practicing a magic
And my thoughts got rude, as you and chewed
On the last of your and mix

Said your mistaken if your thinking that I been called cold before
As you bit your strawberry lace
And then a flip in your attention in the of a gobstopper
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 afternoons

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

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

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

But not half as impossible as assumes
You are lightning

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

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