Luyện nghe bài hát Chekhov's Gun

Even gold black under the soles
CDs in the potholes,
Out of reach just like the things you control
Eyes caught in lights
Oh dear, the fear never fade
It hides between the fine lines of your
And maybe this will fade with
Or you like a given name
Sometimes truth's in a tangled shame
You hide away your room
Close your eyes so and pain just feel the same
got it figured out
But people logical
They'll drink the glass of how full
They live
To days that like cigarettes
And fall in piles of things you soon
And this will fade with fame
Or you like a given name
Sometimes truth's disguised in a shame
You hide away inside room
Close your eyes so change and pain just the same
Your life's a power
Your contradictory
You shred the script and fake your
It's hidden in
And so it glints like gun
The shot goes off, and yet the show on
And maybe this will fade with
Or shadow you like a given
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled
You away inside your room
your eyes so nothing's changing
Not a moment's left taking
mundane, nothing else remains
Cause change and pain will always the same