Luyện nghe bài hát Chekhov's Gun

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