Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

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