Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Door

I opened the fire to four lips
of which were mine, kissing
Tightened my around my hips
Where your hands missing

And stepped out into the cold, high
Under the gray sky, the air was smoking
And the streets were dry and I joking
I said, goodbye

Magazine quality men on the corner
French, no much less of them then us
So why do I like something's been rearranged?
You know, taken out of context I must so strange

a cockroach so big, it left a puddle
Of pus on the wall, when you and I are in bed
You don't so tall, I'm singing now
my tear ducts are too tired
And my brain is disconnected but my heart is

I make a good statistic someone should study me now
Somebody's got to be in how I feel
Just I'm here and I'm real, oh, how I miss
Substituting the to confrontation with a kiss

And oh, how I miss up to the edge
And jumping in like I feel the future on your skin
I the fire door to four lips
of which were mine, kissing

I the fire door, I opened the fire door
I opened the fire door, I opened the door
I opened the fire door, I opened the fire
I the fire door, I opened the fire door
I opened the fire