Luyện nghe bài hát 5 vs. 7

Gone down and out feels it's sinkin'
With a sense of it comes tumblin' down
And the sky's gone dark, the streets are
And the wind comes blowin' through the neon towns

And on sweepin' over the
Yeah, the is aiming for the fan
And no, there no chosen few
comin' down by the minute
It's sad but in it, too

You play along but deny the
Side by with fools you're feelin' like a King
You're a pawn moved around in a massive tester
But you play your part real, well so you, don't a thing

And on sweepin' over the
Yeah, the is aiming for the fan
And no, ain't no chosen few
It's comin' down by the
It's sad but in it, too

set like you had a reason
I could never your way
My soul been for treason
And no, ain't no chosen few
It's comin' by the minute
sad but you're in it too

Heart's black, the sky is fallin'
Piling up outside the transplantation
Time's up, coyote's
being left as treasures
For the waiting

And on sweepin' the land
Yeah, the shit is for the fan
And no, ain't no chosen few
It's comin' by the minute
It's sad but in it, too

Yeah, the street's a and the howlin' wind
Blows hard, the hammer's again
no jewels left in your crown
With a sense of direction, it comes down