Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Five, six, seven, eight!

All the time,
You're on my mind
But we on our own
Almost all the

And step away
For a or two
And I close my
And I of you

We were seventeen
We were in our screams
Like we'd it from the pages
Of lipstick magazine
And you and turn
And say, "let's burn ourselves up we scream"
Like

Those tender
At your house
And your would find
My hand inside blouse

But they me that
married now
Oh my dear, I
I understand how

We were only
We were holding our screams
Like we'd torn our lives the pages
Of some girly
And you and turn
And say, "let's burn sheets down to the seams"
Like

I was twenty one
I wasn't any fun
And the words you
through my head
Like from a gun
And I just shown up and said,
"Get in this car, run"

And these years have
So many imitations turning
Each the last, they go right past,
Like on a screen
But your memory through me
Burning
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