Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Door

I the fire door to four lips
None of which mine, kissing
Tightened my belt my hips
Where your hands were

And stepped out into the cold, high
the slate gray sky, the air was smoking
And the streets dry and I wasn't joking
I said, goodbye

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

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

I make such a good 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
Substituting the to confrontation with a kiss

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

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