Luyện nghe bài hát Sweating Bullets

Hello me, the real me
And my way of life
A dark past is my
Most possession

is always 20-20
But looking back it's still a bit
Speak of mutually destruction?
story, tell it to reader's digest

Feeling
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me and
My air is thin

I'm in for the things
I got to yet
I'm at the bit and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating

Hello me, me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a headache
Thinking down to your

Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
has got to know
His

claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood stains on my
And I don't know where been

I'm in trouble for the
I got to yet
I'm the ax and my
Palms are getting wet, bullets

Well, me, it's nice to myself
A credit to
Some day you too know my pain
And smile it's black grin

If the war my head
take a day off I'll be dead
My icy fingers your back
Here I again

Feeling
True or false friend?
attacking me
And my air is getting

Feeling
Like the walls are in
stains on my hands and
I don't where I've been

Once you me
Now acquitted me
validity
For stupidity

I'm at the bit
I'm the ax
Oh, were I again, whoa
bullets