Luyện nghe bài hát A Gun In the First Act

I saw you with a broken cigarette out in the rain.
I all our lives are a little less than they seem.
Now you're praying to the of a god you use to love
(A reminder of his death low around your neck.)
Do you find sleep comes
Dancing with the empty silhouette of
Our waking are just the dreams of our dreams.
in the city asking what it's all for but
There's nothing in this world giving meaning makes it more:
The the ring, the less the thing.

When we see black clouds over our heads, over our heads,
then we know it's ending;
A loaded gun hanging our heads... We already know the way it ends.

Screaming a stage or at a pay-phone in the rain
Trying to the words I always think I need to say.
Please, bring it back to the before you left
I felt the sting.
The the ring, the less the thing.
Break, break, it down
Back to the way that it was
When symbols weren't loaded guns
and clouds weren't just metaphors
Bring, bring, bring it
Back to the way that it was
all the loaded guns and bury all the metaphors.
Now we're going around in a place that no sound,
where never fit and
nothing ever a thing.