Luyện nghe bài hát This Could Be Love

I've got a book of matches I've got a can of
got some mad ideas involving you and me
I don't blame you for walking I touched myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid in it thinking of you wide awake for days
awake for days

And I found you tongue-tied, my twisted brain
You couldn't a smile I didn't catch your name
I blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not in four short steps we can erase this

Step one, slit my step two, play in my blood
three, cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop off at brook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
You me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

I'm a broken record I've got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of I.V.
I don't blame you for away I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear it's not I swear to God it's not contagious

Step one, slit my throat two, play in my blood
Step three, cover me in sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four, stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your hands
You me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

This could be
(Love for fire)
This could be
(Love for fire)
could be love for fire for ever more

Step one, my throat step two, play in my blood
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run out of the house
Step four, stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse crimson hands
You me hostage and made your demands
I couldn't meet so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one