Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

It's a bit like a
But you hit it a slip
Of a tongue like a
And sinking

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

And I'm my eyes
Like the for the lies
Is it really all about the
Or a simple vice

Oh, and it makes the
Oh, 'cos it sings the

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

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

And does it any bells?
That it sells, that we're
Out of in a shotgun
If we shoot, we'd have to run

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

Oh, and the we choose
Oh, witch fools

I feel the

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

Fire flare alight me

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