Luyện nghe bài hát 5 vs. 7

Gone down and out like it's sinkin'
With a sense of direction it comes tumblin'
And the sky's gone dark, the are stinkin'
And the howlin' comes blowin' through the neon towns

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

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

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

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

Heart's gone black, the sky is
Piling up the transplantation camp
up, coyote's calling
Debris being as treasures
For the waiting

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

Yeah, the street's a mess and the wind
Blows hard, the hammer's fallin'
Ain't no jewels left in crown
a sense of direction, it comes tumblin' down