Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

That sweet little
Got her hooks in my
She points her
And she me what I lack

Her pale skin, it so hot
In the air
She paints the streets a of gray
Around my chair, so on in

Her on my skin
And her on my fingers
Her is on my mind
It constantly

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

Every kiss is a sickening
I can death's fingers quickening
my passageways
If you can't count the
Start counting

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

And happening to the fate
awaits you now
And despite her
It's not too

I wrote a goddamn love
To praise I hate
And were wanting the chorus line
And assailed my frame

She might run for right now
But I'll be damned if it's forever and
As the chorus fades away
Like in high school, always

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

What about rainy nights in London?
What about the desert heat?
What about all those
You you'd never leave me?

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

What about frozen, dripping, holiday burn?
That's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold as ice