Luyện nghe bài hát Hair-Trigger

That sweet little
Got her hooks in my
She her finger
And she me what I lack

Her pale skin, it so hot
In the air
She paints the streets a of gray
my chair, so come on in

Her heartbreak on my
And her scent on my
Her taste is on my
It constantly

'Til I can her
I can believe her
'Til I can her
'Til I can her

Every kiss is a sickening
I can feel death's fingers
Tightening my
If you count the years
Start down

Try to remember she hates you
And she might elate you
She to kill the great
in you now

And she's to the fate
That you now
And despite her
not too late

I a goddamn love song
To everything I hate
And kids were wanting the chorus
And assailed my picture's

She might run shit for now
But I'll be damned if it's forever and
As the chorus line fades
Like in high school, always

Oh, I got feeling
And things never ever, ever be the same
Things will be the same

What about those rainy in London?
What about the desert heat?
What about all times
You swore never leave me?

What about the in LA?
It took me through the night
about that blackened image in my mind?
I swear I with a new light

What about that frozen, dripping, burn?
That's cold, cold, cold, cold, cold,
Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold as ice