Luyện nghe bài hát Fire Door

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

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

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

Killed a 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 but my heart is wired

I make such a good statistic someone 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 conclusion to confrontation with a

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

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