Luyện nghe bài hát This Could Be Love

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

And I found you tongue-tied, my little brain
You couldn't a smile I didn't catch your name
I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the 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
Step three, cover me in dirty and run laughing out of the house
Step four, off at Edge brook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
You took me and made your demands
I meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

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

Step one, slit my throat step two, play in my
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run out of the house
Step four, stop at Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
You me hostage and made your demands
I meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

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

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