Luyện nghe bài hát Black Out

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

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

Count to ten and
Until the lights to bleed
Lights; til you actually the rays
And thoughts they start turning
Tells you lessons that you're
No one has a

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

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