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 with some rusty 8 and they say,
Too with your run, son.
Too with your run.
A bunch of worn-out ockers, the magistrate,
Go down to kicking at the altar when the getting late,
And the scene is too busy, the prizes are so obviously fakes,
Too with your run, son,
Too early with run.
And what you 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 want answers, the odd clue,
And the timing moves to and no-one wants to get in touch with you,
Too early with run, son,
Too with your run.
Next time you'll take anything, you wonder if you too much,
Hoping just for anything to readjust senses,
No-one in that these days, no-one's really taking chances,
Too early with run, son,
Too with your run.
And what you doing with gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with gun?
Yeahhh...what you doing, you doing,
you doing, what you doing, hey,
With gun?
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,
They're you,
Too early with run, son,
Too early with run.
And what you doing that gun, son,
Tell me, what you with that gun?