Luyện nghe bài hát Beady Eyes On The Horizon

There's a dead man hanging, over the steering wheel of an interstate
bursting into flames
And the devil was breathing, sleeping face-down in my
Apartment, and all his friends I'm growing tired of his games...

And there's a man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat
Radiating from a police scanner, who said "The air was good to
Me, as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely
Believes in UFOs and who can blame her when the are hanging
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 little planet into smithereens." It haunted my
like an accident on replay on a TV screen.)

She sees faces in her machines she'd never seen
Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of need
And there were preachers in the desert, to the crowd
seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds

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

There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making and
Swapping photographs of of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork
Or on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of
Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the way around and she is looking
In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon
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 make amends and frozen in their tracks
Staring at the sky at a hole a hurricane revealing...

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

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