Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A bunch of withered lie, a faded silhouette
you jumpin' in the deep end last night, but it hasn't happened yet.
They're tying up your body some rusty Number 8 and they say,
Too early with run, son.
Too early with run.
A bunch of worn-out ockers, the magistrate,
Go down to at the altar when the evening's getting late,
And the scene is much too busy, the prizes are so fakes,
Too with your run, son,
Too early with run.
And you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing that gun?
You don't in killing, someone's trying to kill you,
You don't actually answers, just the odd clue,
And the timing to overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch with you,
Too early with run, son,
Too early your run.
Next time you'll take anything, you if you think too much,
Hoping just for anything to readjust senses,
No-one believes in these days, no-one's really taking chances,
Too early with run, son,
Too early your run.
And you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing that gun?
Yeahhh...what you doing, you doing,
what you doing, you doing, hey,
With that
Bunch of roses lie, Tathra by the sea,
A am hotel carpark, a vicious memory,
They're up your body, it's an ambulance charade,
telling you,
Too with your run, son,
Too with your run.
And you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with gun?