Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

That little redhead's
Got her hooks in my
She points her
And she me what I lack

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

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

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

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

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

And she's happening to the
awaits you now
And her words
It's not too

I wrote a love song
To praise everything I
And kids were the chorus line
And my picture's frame

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

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

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

What the hospital in LA?
It took me [Incomprehensible] through the
What about that blackened image in my
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