Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killer

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Driving the desert, 85 miles an hour
The sun beating off my and the wind tasting like fire
when I saw her standing, hitching a ride by the side of the road
My blood was hot and my fever ice cold

Cause Im a killer and Im on the loose
And bitch better get lucky if I dont hang her with my noose
Cause Im a killer and Im on the loose
That women better get real lucky if I dont hang her with my

So I pulled my car and I opened up the door
That woman had no idea of she was in for
She into my eyes as well she clambered on inside
But the devil lies within me and there was nowhere to hide

SO we pulled into a had to stop for the night
a room for two
She said that would be
Last thing I was a gun pointed at my head
A flash of light big bang and I was dead

Because she's a serial and she's on the loose
and I got real lucky she didn't hang me with my noose
she's a serial killer and on the loose.....

But she a gun put it to my head
pulled the now I am dead