Luyện nghe bài hát Black Out

Sunday driving past your own hall of
closed on weekdays, shut for good
Pick out no one when talkin'
Felt like were walkin'
No one has a

The parting shots, the caught
line dancing across the frigid air shafts
A grass, a criminal's child

Count to ten and
Until the lights begin to
til you actually a-see the rays
And your thoughts they turning
Tells you lessons that you're
No one has a

The thoughts of those dirty scots
Wrestling with the up on the trail high
I need to
Where it go? how do I get there? what will I find?

(fun fun fun, fun for the blues)
(it's set you free)