Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Fire

Chasing down a wild
Are you trying to a cold liar 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 that all away
You can playing it out on me-ee
Me, me

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

Of course the only part that I want to
Is about her spent with me
Wouldn't you die to how you're seen
Are you getting away with who you're to be?
Trying, to be

Of course there's things upon the
That we must really try, to
A beast
A heart
Something weak and on

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

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

You always say you me most
When I don't I'm being seen
maybe someday when God takes me away
I'll what the fuck that means

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

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

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