Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Door

I the fire door to four lips
None of which were mine,
my belt around my hips
Where hands were missing

And stepped out the cold, collar high
Under the slate sky, the air was smoking
And the were dry and I wasn't joking
I said, goodbye

Magazine men talking on the corner
French, no less much less of then us
So why do I feel like been rearranged?
You know, taken out of context I must seem so

Killed a cockroach so big, it left a
Of pus on the wall, when you and I are in bed
You don't seem so tall, I'm 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
got to be interested in how I feel
Just 'cause I'm here and I'm real, oh, how I
the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss

And oh, how I walking up to the edge
And jumping in like I could feel the future on your
I opened the fire to four lips
none of which were mine,

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