Luyện nghe bài hát Sweating Bullets

Hello me, meet the me
And my misfits way of
A black past is my
Most possession

is always 20-20
But looking it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to digest

paranoid
True or false friend?
attacking me and
My air is getting

I'm in trouble for the
I got to yet
I'm at the bit and my
Palms are wet, sweating bullets

me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never me
It gives me a migraine
Thinking to your level

Yeah, just on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two kicking distance
Mankind has got to
His

Feeling
Like the are closing in
Blood on my hands
And I don't where I've been

I'm in for the things
I got to yet
I'm the ax and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating

Well, me, it's talking to myself
A to dementia
Some day you too know my pain
And smile it's black grin

If the war my head
Won't take a day off be dead
My icy fingers claw your
I come again

Feeling
True enemy or friend?
Anxiety's me
And my air is getting

claustrophobic
Like the walls are in
Blood stains on my and
I don't where I've been

Once you me
Now acquitted me
Claiming
For your

I'm at the bit
I'm the ax
Oh, were I come again,
bullets