Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Mess

The first you planted to my face.
The twist tonight, a fate.
And the taste of fear
up all the space in here.

(more or less)
I a way out in the twisted 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 a grain of stress (more or less)
hurting you or less. (more or less)
I up this twisted mess. (more or less)

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

I a way out in the twisted mess, (more or less)
Disintegrated, digress. (more or less)
No residents 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 of stress (more or less)
hurting you or less. (more or less)
I pick up twisted mess. (more or less)
(more or less)
(more or less)

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