Luyện nghe bài hát Haircut

I saw haircut in a storefront:
The choppy and perfect bangs.
I loved the way it the model's cheekbones,
The expression on her face.

So I went and tried to buy it,
But I got told not for sale.
I got and I decked the sales clerk.
I stole the wig and ran hell.

And I figured I come and show you,
So I running towards your house;
I remembered I don't have your address
(At least not the one you at now).

So I hurriedd to get collected,
To let the red flush my face.
I out my notebook and I sketched you smiling.
I like to think of you way.

Then I put haircut in my closet
to your t-shirts and your cards.
I turned the out and I sunk in, slowly,
sheep and breathing hard.

But it comes it's way too quickly,
And it busts apart the faith grown:
See, I can't stop from hurting you,
So I I won't.