Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

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

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

Her on my skin
And her scent on my
Her is on my mind
It lingers

'Til I can her
'Til I can her
I can breathe her
'Til I can her

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

Try to remember she hates you
And though she might you
She to kill the great
in you now

And happening to the fate
That you now
And her words
not too late

I wrote a love song
To praise I hate
And kids wanting the chorus line
And assailed my picture's

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

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

What those rainy nights in London?
What about the crippling desert
about all those times
You swore you'd never me?

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

What about that frozen, dripping, burn?
cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold as ice