Luyện nghe bài hát Catapult

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In softly came the growl from sides
And if his splits the mist
think of what he's capable of with his kiss

try
You cannot turn away, but try
turn your legs to little building blocks
And with his index flicks you on your socks

I go pitched
He'll talk and make your voice sound pitched
to think if he got you on your own
And in your ear in that baritone

the same stone
His was cut out of the same stone
That use to carve his jaw
It's impossible not to inferior

And he catapult you back
To your or into any hissing misery
And he tell you how the day after a triumph
Is as as the day after a tragedy

He'll any chance of escape
When he slaps you on your arse or kisses your
And he's leaving without bye

And they queue up to listen to him
and hang around to watch some poor girl blub
And then they'd him down the avenue
Incessantly pestering him to let him the club

He knows how to put a cork in the
And how to shut up the charming ones of us

And I've seen him talking to your friend
There's a dust waiting for betrayal
Where he'll you all the bits they missed