Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

It's a bit like a
But you hit it a slip
Of a like a whip
And we're

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

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

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

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

Did you think I'd blink?
I'd go and take the ink
To your
That I'd sell my

And does it ring any
That it sells, that we're
Out of shells in a
If we couldn't shoot, we'd to run

And finally the cerebral
Better and machines
So we can die looking like we're
Like snapshot in smithereens

Oh, and the ones we
Oh, witch fools

I feel the

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

Fire flare alight me

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