Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Dream Girl

Was the the wreck?
Was she last drag?
Was she the little piece of mind you you once had?
Was she the cure-all, or just the
Was she the ransack, or the good jeans?

Maybe the spent
Maybe the bad
Maybe the deep wound left a spider bite
Maybe the head hung inside a toilet
Maybe the vampire for someone to bleed

Hey, whatever she wants to be
Hey, whatever she's gonna be
Out roaming the night
Guess I'm the boy she won't bite

Was she the wedding dress drenched all in
Was she the new-age dog treat?
Was she the warhead, or the
Was she death itself, or comes after?

Maybe a
Maybe the common
Maybe the gray teeth on a cigarette
Maybe the
Maybe the
Maybe a fortune teller with no-one there to

And she waits, and she knows too well
She stares at her hands, but still can't
When good comes around
She up all her cards and jumps town

Was she the trophy
Was she the
Was she the spell in life that you've been under?
Was she the string, or the whole symphony?
the upright, perfectly out-of-key

Maybe a tar pick filled up ancient bone
the footsteps you hear when you're home alone
Maybe the bird losing its feathers
Maybe the glue that just won't hold your shit

Was she the blood moon that disaster?
Maybe she's nothing close to what you you're after
all at once, man, you wake and come to
You exactly what it is that she was to you