Luyện nghe bài hát 5 vs. 7

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

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

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

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

Dead set like you had a
I could walk your way
My soul been for treason
And no, ain't no chosen few
It's down by the minute
sad but you're in it too

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

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

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