Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Mess

The first kiss you to my face.
The second tonight, a fate.
And somehow the taste of
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)
me like a perfume ad,
recycle all the 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 grain of (more or less)
you more or less. (more or less)
I up this twisted mess. (more or less)

Like ships dragged into abyss,
slammin in simpleness.
Wherever I the night,
it eye to eye,
just with 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 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)
(more or less)

me, shake me, knock me with
a million that we relate.
We come to suffocate
to make it the night today. (more or less)
the days strategically (more or less)
creeping to 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 pick up 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 blue? I take, (more or less)]
Take up all the 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 simple sense, [I sense a of stress, (more or less)]
faded out the sun will cleanse (?) you more or less. (more or
less)]
Now I to reminisce, [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
on to picture this. (more or less)
Take me, shake me, knock me [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
a million ways that we relate. I take, (more or less)]
We both come to suffocate it breaks, (more or less)]
to it through the night today. [someone's gonna fall. (more or less)]
Count the 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 will be, [I pick up twisted mess. (more or less)]
it through an irony. (more or less)
Now that's tasting on my [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
that's always sour bliss. [whoever I take, (more or less)]
Now I to reminisce, [however it breaks, (more or less)]
moving on to picture this. [someone's 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 kisses [I up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
for the surfaces. (more or less)
Those that think and those do
Am I up or am I
up all the space in here
as we try to our fear.
we try to save ourselves.....