Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Five, six, seven, eight!

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

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

We only seventeen
We were holding in our
we'd torn it from the pages
Of lipstick magazine
And you scratch and
And say, "let's ourselves up 'til we scream"
Like

tender days
At your house
And your father would
My hand your blouse

But they tell me
married now
Oh my dear, I
I can't how

We only seventeen
We were back our screams
Like we'd torn our from the pages
Of girly magazines
And you scratch and
And say, "let's burn these sheets to the seams"
gasoline

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

And years have seen
So many turning green
Each the last, they go right past,
credits on a screen
But your memory through me
Burning
gasoline
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