Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

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

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

Her on my skin
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

kiss is a little sickening
I can feel death's fingers
Tightening my
If you count the years
Start down

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

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

I wrote a goddamn song
To praise I hate
And kids were wanting the line
And assailed my frame

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

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

about those rainy nights in London?
What about the crippling heat?
about all those times
You swore never leave me?

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

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