Luyện nghe bài hát Internet Killed the Video Star

Burn the instructions or plague the
Quick, easy, and
I'm a careless
Wandering the
strangers in the dark
If they in my footsteps
Then I'll them all blind

If you want to make a
Then gotta make a scene
put my hands on you
You put hands on me
If you want to a scene
I wasn't for trouble
But trouble me

You fucked the wrong son of a bitch.

I you staring it's not your fault
I killed the lights I saw it all
I caught you it's not your fault
I kissed your lips but not for too

Tick tock, tock;
the is up
to be anxious
You're a bit out of
Sew it up like every time
Un-amused at the table by the
They're all

If you want to a scene
Then you've gotta make a
You with the wrong son of a bitch
You put hands on me
put my hands on you
You with the wrong son of a bitch
Sew it up like every other
So in love like every other
The needle and thread me shiver
The red on your hands spells out

(I caught you staring not your fault)

I the lights 'cause I saw it all
(I caught you it's not your fault)
I swear to God I watched you
Your perfect picture its mark
I kissed your but not for too long