Luyện nghe bài hát Mad At Myself

I'm so mad at myself,
For in to what I want, never again.
That we felt,
We it love, you called it off
And I been so mad at myself.

I got this old girl, I know she's trying to me.
like a Honda, these days I drive Mercedes.
She's a killer, try to get my head,
Try to give her wine and bread, but she prefers the I bled.

Playing chess, no way I'm gonna fight fair.
She's tricks like the vixen in my nightmares.
So greedy, that girl is so needy,
I'm the king of this game, but I think she just me.

I never have let you in,
I a hit of something,
High for this they call love.

I'm so mad at myself,
For in to what I want, never again.
That we felt,
We it love, you called it off
And I never so mad at myself.

So mad, so mad,
So mad at myself.
So mad, so mad.

I've got your melody in my head, feels like I'm it wrong.
Then again there's nothing worse being addicted to a bad song.
She's a fiend for attention, and I'm a guilty
for this feeling they call love.

I'm so mad at myself,
For giving in to what I want, again.
That we felt,
We called it love, you it off
And I been so mad at myself.

So mad, so mad,
So mad at myself.
So mad, so mad.

me while you can, while you can test me.
She said she likes the edge, but then she me.
You know how to make it hard, to away.

I'm so mad at myself,
For giving in to I want, never again.
feeling we felt,
We called it love, you it off
And I never so mad at myself.
For giving in to what I want, again.
That we felt,
We it love, you called it off
And I never so mad at myself.

So mad at myself.