Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

It's a bit like a
But you hit it With a
Of a like a whip
And sinking

It ain't cool to be
Though you may
It a laudable of self evaluation
Of ego

And I'm rolling my
the stones for the lies
Is it really all the size
Or just a vice

Oh, and it the news
Oh, it sings the blues

I feel the flare alight inside me
Higher, so I can see
And aspire to this fight in spite
Of liars and travesty, oh,

Did you think that I'd
I'd go and take the ink
To your
I'd sell my soul

And does it any bells?
That it sells, we're living
Out of in a shotgun
If we couldn't shoot, we'd to run

And finally the cerebral
Better genes and
So we can die like we're teens
snapshot scenes in smithereens

Oh, and the we choose
Oh, witch hunting

I the fire

there, it is in the news again, yeah
There it goes singing the again

Fire alight inside me

Fire, return my joy I'm so
Tired, of me
Inspire the weary to see
The ire and Irony, oh