Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Mess

The first kiss you 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 residents 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 a grain of stress (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 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)
Watch me like a 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)
you more or less. (more or less)
I pick up this mess. (more or less)
(more or less)
(more or less)

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