Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A bunch of withered roses lie, a 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 early with run.
A of worn-out ockers, the local magistrate,
Go down to at the altar when the evening's getting late,
And the is much 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, someone's to kill you,
You don't want answers, just the odd clue,
And the timing moves to overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch you,
Too early with run, son,
Too early your run.
Next time take anything, you wonder if you think too much,
Hoping 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 you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with gun?
Yeahhh...what you doing, you doing,
you doing, what you doing, hey,
With that
Bunch of roses lie, Tathra by the sea,
A am hotel carpark, a vicious memory,
They're up your body, it's an ambulance charade,
telling you,
Too with your run, son,
Too with your run.
And you doing with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you with that gun?