Luyện nghe bài hát Chekhov's Gun

Even gold turns under the soles
CDs in the potholes,
Out of reach just like the things you control
Eyes in brighter lights
Oh dear, the will never fade
It hides between the lines of your face
And maybe will fade with fame
Or you like a given name
Sometimes truth's disguised in a shame
You away inside your room
Close your eyes so and pain just feel the same
got it figured out
But people aren't
drink the glass regardless of how full
They oblivious
To days that burn like
And fall in piles of things you forget
And maybe this will fade with
Or shadow you like a name
Sometimes disguised in a tangled shame
You away inside your room
Close your eyes so change and pain just the same
life's a power play
Your curtain's
You shred the and fake your victory
It's in peripheral
And so it glints like gun
The shot goes off, and yet the goes on
And maybe this will with fame
Or shadow you like a given
truth's disguised in a tangled shame
You hide away inside room
Close your eyes so nothing's
Not a moment's worth taking
Everything's mundane, else remains
Cause change and pain will always feel the