Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet

This is a bullet a gun called, "What the fuck?"
If I was standing in your shoes, I'd my hands straight up
And explaining at the speed of light, not sound
How the words get some coffee, came to mean, get

And all the king's horses and all the yen
Couldn't stop the that invites these men
And all the alleyways in could not compete
the Wall Street speed with which you leave your feet

Oh yes, this is a joke
Funny like our house goin' up in
Funny like the bomb my teeth when we kiss
You pulled out the pin with your own lips

Everytime the phone rings you get there
And when the pizza man comes, you run for your purse
Now I'm the son of a banker, I know what the deal is
If you wrote it out in braille, I wouldn't even to feel it

Oh yes, this is a joke
Funny like our house goin' up in
like the bomb between my teeth when we kiss
You out the pin with your own sweet lips

how goodbye can sound so sad sometimes
Today it sounds happy like a rhyme
And you're not Cinderella, so don't forget your
never been as lonely as when I was with you

Oh yes, song is a scream
like our lovin' doused in gasoline
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we
You pulled out the pin your own sweet lips

This is fireman from the Hennepin line
We got the call around ten, we get there in time
There was a leading to a hole in the ground
I got the heebies deep and turned the truck straight around

Oh yes, this is a joke
Funny like my fingers in your spokes
Funny like the bomb between my teeth when we
You pulled out the pin with your own sweet