Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

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