Luyện nghe bài hát 5 vs. 7

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

And on sweepin' 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

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

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

Dead set like you had a
I could never your way
My soul been for treason
And no, there no chosen few
It's comin' by the minute
It's sad but in it too

Heart's gone black, the sky is
Piling up outside the camp
Time's up, calling
Debris being as treasures
For the tramp

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

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