Luyện nghe bài hát Crying Lightning

Outside the cafe by the cracker
You were practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude, as you and chewed
On the of your pick and mix

Said mistaken if your thinking that I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a
Is all you have left and it was going to

Your past-times, of the strange
And and deranged
And I that little game you had called
Crying
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy

The next that I caught my own reflection
It was on way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to
You never look yourself from the side
But your profile did not
The fact you knew I was approaching throne

With folded arms you occupy the bench like
and puff your chest out like you never lost a war
And I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw

And your past-times, consisted of the
And and deranged
And I hate little game you had called
Crying
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy

But not half as impossible as assumes
You are lightning

Your past-times, of the strange
And twisted and
And I hate that little you had called
Crying
Crying
lightning
Crying

past-times, consisted of the strange
And twisted and
And I hate that little you had called