Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Mess

The kiss you planted to my face.
The second tonight, a fate.
And somehow the taste of
up all the space in here.

(more or less)
I pick a way out in the mess. (more or less)
Disintegrated, impressed. (more or less)
No longer at the new address. (more or less)
Scratch me like a ad,
recycle all the we had. (more or less)

I fake, (more or less)
I take, (more or less)
it breaks, (more or less)
someone's fall.
I sense a grain of (more or less)
you more or less. (more or less)
I pick up this mess. (more or less)

Like sinking dragged into abyss,
just in simpleness.
Wherever I the night,
it eye to eye,
just with tastiness. (more or less)

I pick a way out in the mess, (more or less)
Disintegrated, digress. (more or less)
No longer residents at own address. (more or less)
Watch me like a guard,
me like a credit card. (more or less)

I fake, (more or less)
I take, (more or less)
it breaks, (more or less)
someone's fall. (more or less)
I sense a grain of (more or less)
you more or less. (more or less)
I up this twisted mess. (more or less)
(more or less)
(more or less)

me, shake me, knock me with
a ways that we relate.
We both come to
to it through the night today. (more or less)
Count the days (more or less)
creeping to in me. (more or less)
Who to blame and who be, (more or less)
make it an irony. (more or less)

I fake, (more or less)
I take, (more or less)
it breaks, (more or less)
someone's fall. (more or less)
I sense a of stress (more or less)
you more or less. (more or less)
I pick up this mess. (more or less)
(more or less)

that think and those that do. [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
Am I up or am I blue? I take, (more or less)]
up all the space in here [however it breaks, (more or less)]
as we try to our fear. [someone's gonna fall. (more or less)]
When we try the sense, [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
faded out the sun cleanse (?) [hurting you more or less. (more or
less)]
Now I start to reminisce, [I pick up this mess. (more or less)]
on to picture this. (more or less)
Take me, shake me, me with [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
a ways that we relate. [whoever I take, (more or less)]
We both come to suffocate it breaks, (more or less)]
to make it through the today. [someone's gonna fall. (more or less)]
the days strategically, [I sense a grain of stress, (more or less)]
creeping to in me. [hurting you more or less. (more or less)]
Who to and who will be, [I pick up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
make it an irony. (more or less)
Now tasting on my lips [Whenever I fake, (more or less)]
that's always sour bliss. [whoever I take, (more or less)]
Now I start to reminisce, it breaks, (more or less)]
moving on to picture this. [someone's fall. (more or less)]
Is this terror, is this bliss [I sense a of stress, (more or less)]
down deep to abyss? [hurting you more or less. (more or less)]
Drinking up and making kisses [I up this twisted mess. (more or less)]
for the surfaces. (more or less)
Those that think and that do
Am I up or am I
Take up all the in here
as we try to our fear.
When we try to ourselves.....