Luyện nghe bài hát Guilty

Would it you to know
His hands have been all me?
And would it bother you to
I'll run to him next time you Oh, yeah

When you hit the road and disappear and me here
I'm not sure what you're doin' out
Or who you're doin' out it

Oh, you're probably at sweet hotel
some groupie whore but what the hell
Or maybe that's just I tell myself

When I run my down his back
And he kisses me on my
He me, but it kills me

Such a bitter sweet passion,
I bite my lip not to scream your
Oh baby, I feel everything but

Would it bother you to he drinks
Your Southern Comfort when gone? Oh yeah
Would it you to know he picks up
Your guitar and plays songs? Oh yes, he does

And I wear your T-shirt to bed
I'm with you instead
But not here, boy you're never here

Oh, you're probably at the back of bus
Satisfying your one night
Or maybe that's something I tell myself

When I run my nails his back
And he me on my neck
He me, but it kills me

It's a sweet passion and pain
I bite my lip not to scream name
Oh baby, I everything but guilty

it bother you
To he says he's in love with me?

When I run my nails his back
And he me on my neck
He me, but it kills me

It's a bitter sweet passion,
I my lip not to scream your name
Oh baby, I everything but guilty

it bother you? Yeah