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 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 easy
Dancing the empty silhouette of everything?
Our waking lives are the dreams of our dreams.
Standing in the asking what it's all for but
There's in this world that giving meaning makes it more:
The louder the ring, the the thing.

When we see black coming over our heads, over our heads,
then we where it's ending;
A loaded gun hanging 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 think I need to say.
Please, bring it back to the before you left
I felt the sting.
The louder the ring, the the thing.
Break, break, break it
Back to the way that it was
When symbols weren't just guns
and black clouds weren't just
Bring, bring, bring it
to the way that it was before:
Empty all the guns and bury all the metaphors.
Now we're going around in a place that no sound,
names never fit and
nothing ever a thing.