Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Mess

The kiss you planted to my face.
The second tonight, a fate.
And the taste of fear
took up all the in here.

(more or less)
I pick a way out in the mess. (more or less)
Disintegrated, impressed. (more or less)
No longer at the new address. (more or less)
Scratch me a perfume ad,
all the plans we had. (more or less)

I fake, (more or less)
I take, (more or less)
it breaks, (more or less)
someone's fall.
I sense a of stress (more or less)
you more or less. (more or less)
I pick up twisted mess. (more or less)

Like sinking dragged into abyss,
just in simpleness.
I take the night,
it eye to eye,
just slammin tastiness. (more or less)

I pick a way out in the mess, (more or less)
Disintegrated, digress. (more or less)
No longer at your own address. (more or less)
me like a prison guard,
swipe me like a card. (more or less)

I fake, (more or less)
I take, (more or less)
it breaks, (more or less)
someone's fall. (more or less)
I sense a grain of (more or less)
hurting you or less. (more or less)
I pick up twisted mess. (more or less)
(more or less)
(more or less)

Take me, me, knock me with
a ways that we relate.
We come to suffocate
to make it through the today. (more or less)
Count the strategically (more or less)
to believe in me. (more or less)
Who to blame and who be, (more or less)
make it an irony. (more or less)

I fake, (more or less)
I take, (more or less)
it breaks, (more or less)
someone's fall. (more or less)
I a grain of stress (more or less)
hurting you or less. (more or less)
I up this twisted mess. (more or less)
(more or less)

Those that and those that do. [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
Am I up or am I [whoever I take, (more or less)]
up all the space in here [however it breaks, (more or less)]
as we try to hide our fear. [someone's fall. (more or less)]
When we try the sense, [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
faded out the sun cleanse (?) [hurting you more or less. (more or
less)]
Now I start to reminisce, [I up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
on to picture this. (more or less)
Take me, shake me, knock me with I fake, (more or less)]
a million ways that we relate. I take, (more or less)]
We both to suffocate [however it breaks, (more or less)]
to make it through the today. [someone's gonna fall. (more or less)]
the days strategically, [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
creeping to in me. [hurting you more or less. (more or less)]
Who to blame and who be, [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
make it an irony. (more or less)
Now that's tasting on my [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
fear that's always sour bliss. I take, (more or less)]
Now I start to reminisce, it breaks, (more or less)]
moving on to picture this. gonna fall. (more or less)]
Is terror, is this bliss [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
sinking down to abyss? [hurting you more or less. (more or less)]
Drinking up and making [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
for the surfaces. (more or less)
Those that and those that do
Am I up or am I
Take up all the space in
as we try to our fear.
When we try to ourselves.....