Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Fire

Chasing down a wild
Are you trying to make a cold out of me?
You to get high?
You those desires, before you come to me

I your mama's kinda sad
And your papa's kinda
I can take that all
You can playing it out on me-ee
Me, me

She a pen behind her ear
In case she's got she really really needs to say
She it in a notepad
She's write a book someday

Of course the part that I want to read
Is her time spent with me
you die to know how you're seen
Are you getting with who you're trying to be?
Trying, to be

Of course there's things the Earth
That we must try, to defend
A lonely
A kind
weak and on trend

I'd do it all for her for
I nothing back for me
There no deed may be
Than to love something enough to want to help it get
Free,

Is there something on her
she needs to get by?
Do you cry
Do you cry

You always say you love me
When I know I'm being seen
Well someday when God takes me away
I'll understand what the fuck that

I just know your mama's sad
And your kinda mean
I can it all away
You can stop playing that out on me
Me, me

Is something on your mind?
you need to get by?
Do you cry
Do you cry

I your mama's kinda sad
I know papa's kinda mean
I take it all away
You can playing that shit out on me
Me, me