Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

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