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 a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had 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 to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I that game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had "Crying"...
You a magic trick
And my thoughts got rude
As you talked and chewed
On the last of your pick and mix
So, you're mistaken if you're thinking
I haven't been before
As you bit into strawberry lace
And then me your attention
In the form of a gobstopper
It's all you had 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 to aggravate
The ice-cream man on afternoons
The next time that I caught my own reflection
It was on its way to meet you
Thinking of excuses to postpone
You never like yourself
the but your profile
Could not hide the fact
You knew I was throne
With arms you occupied
The bench like a toothache
Stood and puffed your chest out
Like you'd never a war
I tried so not to suffer
The of a reaction
There was no cracks to or gaps to claw
And your pastimes consisted of the strange
And and deranged
And I hate that little game
You had called "Crying lightning"
And how you liked to aggravate
The icky man on afternoons
Uninviting
But not half as impossible
As everyone assumes you are
"Crying lightning"
Your pastimes consisted of the strange
and deranged
And I that game you had called
Crying lightning
Crying lightning
lightning
Crying lightning
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
