Luyện nghe bài hát Black Out

Sunday past your own hall of fame
It's on weekdays, shut for good
Pick out no one when you're
Felt rattlesnakes were walkin'
No one has a

The parting shots, the thin
Fault line dancing the frigid air shafts
A spastic grass, a child

to ten and read
Until the lights begin to
Lights; til you actually a-see the
And your they start turning
Tells you lessons you're learning
No one has a

The thoughts of those dirty scots
Wrestling the elements 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)