Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A bunch of roses lie, a faded silhouette
Caught you jumpin' in the end last night, but it hasn't happened yet.
They're tying up body with some rusty Number 8 and they say,
Too with your run, son.
Too with your 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 much too busy, the are so obviously fakes,
Too early with run, son,
Too early with run.
And what you doing that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with that
You don't believe in killing, trying to kill you,
You don't actually want answers, the odd clue,
And the timing moves to overdrive and no-one to get in touch with you,
Too with your run, son,
Too early with run.
Next you'll take anything, you wonder if you think 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 early with 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,
that gun?
Bunch of withered lie, Tathra by the sea,
A am hotel carpark, a vicious memory,
They're wrapping up your body, an ambulance charade,
They're you,
Too early your run, son,
Too with your run.
And what you doing that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with that