Luyện nghe bài hát Fever Dream Girl

Was the the train
Was she your last
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 denim jeans?

Maybe the spent
Maybe the bad
Maybe the deep wound behind a spider bite
Maybe the head hung inside a toilet
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
I'm the only boy she won't bite

Was she the dress drenched all in gasoline?
Was she the Jezebel dog treat?
Was she the warhead, or the
Was she death itself, or whatever comes

a suckerpunch
Maybe the common
Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a
Maybe the
Maybe the
Maybe a fortune teller with there to read

And she waits, and she herself too well
She at her hands, but still can't tell
When good luck comes
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 symphony?
the upright, perfectly out-of-key

Maybe a tar pick up with ancient bone
Maybe the footsteps you hear you're 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?
she's nothing close to what you think you're after
When all at once, man, you and come to
You know exactly it is that she was to you