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 will never
It between the fine lines of your face
And maybe this will fade fame
Or you like a given name
truth's disguised in a tangled shame
You hide inside your room
Close your eyes so change and pain just the same
got it figured out
But aren't logical
drink the glass regardless of how full
They live
To days that burn cigarettes
And fall in of things you soon forget
And maybe this fade with fame
Or shadow you like a given
Sometimes truth's in a tangled shame
You hide inside your room
Close your eyes so change and just feel the same
Your life's a play
Your curtain's
You shred the script and fake victory
It's hidden in
And so it glints Chekhov's gun
The shot goes off, and yet the show on
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 so nothing's changing
Not a left worth taking
Everything's mundane, else remains
Cause change and will always feel the same