Luyện nghe bài hát Chekhov's Gun

Even turns 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 will never
It between the fine lines of your face
And maybe this will fade with
Or shadow you a given name
Sometimes truth's disguised in a tangled
You hide away inside room
your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
You've got it out
But people logical
drink the glass regardless of how full
They oblivious
To days that like cigarettes
And in piles of things you soon forget
And maybe this will with fame
Or shadow you like a name
Sometimes truth's disguised in a shame
You hide away inside room
your eyes so change and pain just feel the same
Your life's a play
curtain's contradictory
You shred the and fake your victory
It's in peripheral
And so it like Chekhov's gun
The shot goes off, and yet the goes on
And maybe will fade with fame
Or shadow you a given name
Sometimes truth's disguised in a shame
You away inside your room
your eyes so nothing's changing
Not a moment's left taking
Everything's mundane, else remains
change and pain will always feel the same