Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

That sweet little
Got her in my back
She points her
And she shows me I lack

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

Her heartbreak on my
And her on my fingers
Her is on my mind
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 feel death's quickening
my passageways
If you count the years
Start down

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

And she's to the fate
awaits you now
And her words
not too late

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

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

Oh, I got feeling
And things will ever, ever be the same
Things will be the same

What about those rainy in London?
What about the crippling heat?
What all those times
You swore you'd leave me?

What about the in LA?
It me [Incomprehensible] through the night
What that blackened 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