Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A bunch of roses lie, a faded silhouette
Caught you jumpin' in the deep end last night, but it hasn't yet.
They're tying up your body with 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 altar when the evening's late,
And the scene is much too busy, the are so obviously fakes,
Too early with run, son,
Too with your run.
And you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you with that gun?
You don't believe in killing, someone's trying to you,
You don't want answers, just the odd clue,
And the timing moves to overdrive and no-one wants to get in with you,
Too early with run, son,
Too early your run.
time 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, really taking chances,
Too early with run, son,
Too with your run.
And what you doing that gun, son,
me, what you doing with that 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,
They're wrapping up body, it's an ambulance charade,
They're you,
Too with your run, son,
Too early your run.
And what you with that gun, son,
me, what you doing with that gun?