Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Dream Girl

Was the the wreck?
Was she your drag?
Was she the little of mind you thought you once had?
Was she the cure-all, or just the
Was she the ransack, or the denim jeans?

the money spent
Maybe the bad
Maybe the wound left behind a spider bite
Maybe the head hung a toilet seat
Maybe the vampire for someone to bleed

Hey, it's whatever she to be
Hey, that's whatever she's 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 Jezebel dog
Was she the warhead, or the
Was she itself, or whatever comes after?

Maybe a
Maybe the common
the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette
Maybe the
the in-between
Maybe a fortune teller no-one there to read

And she waits, and she herself too well
She stares at her hands, but still tell
When luck comes around
She packs up all her and jumps town

Was she the trophy
Was she the
Was she the only in life that you've been under?
Was she the broken string, or the whole
Maybe the upright, perfectly

Maybe a tar pick filled up with ancient
Maybe the footsteps you hear when home alone
Maybe the prize bird its feathers
Maybe the that just won't hold your shit together

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