Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A of withered roses lie, a faded silhouette
Caught you jumpin' in the deep end night, but it hasn't happened yet.
They're tying up body with some rusty Number 8 and they say,
Too early your run, son.
Too early your run.
A of worn-out ockers, the local magistrate,
Go down to kicking at the when the evening's getting late,
And the is much too busy, the prizes are so obviously fakes,
Too early your run, son,
Too with your run.
And what you with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with gun?
You don't believe in killing, someone's trying to you,
You don't actually answers, just the odd clue,
And the timing moves to overdrive and 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,
just for anything to readjust your senses,
No-one believes in that these days, no-one's taking chances,
Too early with run, son,
Too with your run.
And what you with 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 roses lie, Tathra by the sea,
A am hotel carpark, a vicious memory,
They're wrapping up your body, it's an charade,
telling you,
Too early your run, son,
Too early your run.
And you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you with that gun?