Luyện nghe bài hát Throwing Stones

So call me a in heat
And call you a liar
And throw stones until we're dead

There you go again you cut me off talkin'
You in the glory, the center of the circle
All the friends think a comedian
So kind and generous but I am

Away from here, I be
Away from here, from here
Away from little thing
little thing, I used to love your
Every little, every thing

Now you call me a bitch in
And Ill you a liar
And well throw stones we're dead

the puppeteer and I'm the puppet
You manipulate me with real Catholic shit
Every time I try to talk it
You turn it around and make it suffer like and Goliath

Away from here, I be
Away here, away from here
Away from every thing
Every little thing, I to love your
Every little, every thing

Now you call me a bitch in
And Ill call you a
And well stones until were dead

Your arms me, your lying inside me
I used to love your every little, little thing
Your grew stars, your hand in my purse
And now I hate your every little, all day

Oh Mama, I didn't life was this hard
Oh Mama, my innocence has tarred

My inner vision, and darkened
I keep away to you
I fuck my sorrow
And throw my upon the ground

Its you I for, us I pray for
Me, I believed was wrong
But now my is my best friend
Be careful, I may bite head off

So call me a bitch in
And Ill call you a
And well throw stones until were

So me a bitch in heat
And Ill call you a
And well throw stones until dead