Luyện nghe bài hát Chekhov's Gun

Even gold turns black under the
CDs in the potholes,
Out of reach just like the things you can't
Eyes caught in brighter
Oh dear, the will never fade
It hides between the lines of your face
And maybe this will fade fame
Or shadow you a given name
Sometimes disguised in a tangled shame
You hide away inside your
your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
You've got it out
But people logical
They'll drink the regardless of how full
They live
To days that burn like
And in piles of things you soon forget
And maybe this 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 curtain's
You shred the script and fake victory
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 a given name
truth's disguised in a tangled shame
You hide away your room
Close your eyes so nothing's
Not a moment's left taking
Everything's mundane, nothing remains
Cause and pain will always feel the same