Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A bunch of withered roses lie, a faded
Caught you in the deep end last night, but it hasn't happened yet.
They're up your body with 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 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 with your run.
And what you doing with gun, son,
Tell me, what you with that gun?
You don't believe in killing, 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 with your run, son,
Too early with run.
Next time you'll take anything, you wonder if you too much,
just for anything to readjust your senses,
No-one believes in that days, no-one's really taking chances,
Too early with run, son,
Too with your run.
And you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, you doing with that gun?
Yeahhh...what you doing, you doing,
what you doing, you doing, hey,
With gun?
Bunch of withered 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 early your run, son,
Too with your run.
And what you doing that gun, son,
Tell me, what you with that gun?