Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

That sweet little
Got her in my back
She her finger
And she me what I lack

Her skin, it burns so hot
In the air
She paints the streets a shade of
my chair, so come on in

Her heartbreak on my
And her scent on my
Her taste is on my
It lingers

'Til I can her
I can believe her
'Til I can her
'Til I can her

Every kiss is a little
I can feel fingers quickening
Tightening my
If you can't count the
counting down

Try to remember that she you
And though she elate you
She tries to kill the
in you now

And she's to the fate
That you now
And despite her
It's not too

I wrote a goddamn song
To praise everything I
And kids were the chorus line
And assailed my frame

She run shit for right now
But I'll be damned if it's and always
As the line fades away
Like friends in school, always

Oh, I got this
And things will ever, ever be the same
Things will never be the

What those rainy nights in London?
about the crippling desert heat?
What all those times
You swore you'd leave me?

What the hospital in LA?
It took me through the night
What that blackened image in my mind?
I swear I burn with a new

What about that frozen, dripping, holiday
cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold, cold, she's as ice