Luyện nghe bài hát This Could Be Love

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

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

one, slit my throat step two, play in my blood
Step three, cover me in dirty sheets and run out of the house
four, stop off at Edge brook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and 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 of alcohol I.V.
I don't blame you for away I'd do the same if I saw me
I swear not contagious I swear to God it's not contagious

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 Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson
You took me hostage and made demands
I couldn't meet so you cut off my fingers, one by one

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

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