Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

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

It cool to be cool
you may think
It a laudable tool of self
Of ego

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

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

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

Did you think that I'd
That I'd go and the ink
To control
I'd sell my soul

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

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

Oh, and the we choose
Oh, witch hunting

I feel the

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

flare alight inside me

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