Luyện nghe bài hát A Gun In the First Act

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

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

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