Luyện nghe bài hát Beady Eyes On The Horizon

There's a man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate
Runaway bursting flames
And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping in my
Apartment, and like all his friends I'm growing of his games...

And there's a homeless man his hands, grooving to the beat
Radiating a police scanner, who said "The air was feeling good to
Me, just as and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely
Believes in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand off the ground...

(This was a story told to me I was just the age of 17, one which
God himself dictated to me, he said, "This is how all this gonna
Be when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It my
Dreams an accident on replay on a TV screen.)

She sees faces in her dreams--strange machines she'd seen
Blueprints of to reassemble in a time of dire need
And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the
Dictating angry letters from a man up in the clouds

And there were 27 soldiers telling 27
And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of eyes
A pair of beady looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all want a front seat when shit starts going down
the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around!

There were in the subway and men in limousines making deals and
Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the
Or devils on the ground, and are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of
Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is
In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the because
The air is feeling against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the
Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when no
Time to load a weapon and no time to amends and people frozen in their tracks
Staring at the sky at a hole inside a revealing...

A of beady eyes!
A pair of beady looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all will want a front when shit starts going down
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the way around!

is not a test, this is the real thing...
This is not a test, is the real thing...