Other Exercises
Crying Lightning 
Hard
by Arctic Monkeys
Fill In the blanks, then press Score to check your answers
Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
and chest out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
You practicing a trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
That I haven't been called cold before
As you bit into your strawberry lace
And then offered me attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had left and it was going to waste
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
The that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never looked yourself
From the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You I was approaching your throne
With folded arms you occupied
The like a toothache
and chest out
Like you'd lost a war
Although I tried so not to suffer
The indignity of a reaction
There was no to grasp or to claw
And your consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I that little game
You had "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on rainy afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
Twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had called
lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
Click any word to get definition.
( Automatic Translation )
Con tecnología de Microsoft® Translator
