Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

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

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

Her on my skin
And her scent on my
Her taste is on my
It constantly

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

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

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

I wrote a goddamn love
To everything I hate
And kids wanting the chorus line
And my picture's frame

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

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

What about those nights in London?
What about the crippling desert
What about all those
You swore never leave me?

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

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