Luyện nghe bài hát Throwing Stones

So call me a bitch in
And I'll call you a
And we'll stones until we're dead

There you go again you cut me off from
You in the glory, the center of the circle
All the think you're a comedian
So kind and generous but I am

from here, I wanna be
Away from here, away here
Away every little thing
Every little thing, I to love your
little, every little thing

Now you call me a in heat
And Ill call you a
And well stones until we're dead

You're the and I'm the puppet
You me with your real Catholic shit
Every time I try to talk it
You turn it and make it suffer like David and Goliath

Away from here, I be
from here, away from here
Away from little thing
Every little thing, I to love your
Every little, little thing

Now you call me a in heat
And Ill call you a
And well stones until were dead

Your beneath me, your lying inside me
I used to your every little, every little thing
eyes grew stars, your hand in my purse
And now I hate your every little, all day

Oh Mama, I know life was this hard
Oh Mama, my innocence has been

My vision, dulled and darkened
I keep myself to you
I fuck my sorrow
And my crown upon the ground

Its you I for, us I pray for
Me, that I believed was
But now my is my best friend
Be careful, I may bite head off

So call me a bitch in
And Ill call you a
And well throw stones until dead

So me a bitch in heat
And Ill call you a
And well throw stones were dead