Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A bunch of withered lie, a faded silhouette
Caught you jumpin' in the end last night, but it hasn't happened yet.
tying up your body with some rusty Number 8 and they say,
Too early your run, son.
Too early 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 prizes are so fakes,
Too with your 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, trying to kill you,
You don't want answers, just the odd clue,
And the timing to overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch with you,
Too early with run, son,
Too with 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 that these days, really taking chances,
Too with your run, son,
Too early your run.
And what you with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you with that gun?
Yeahhh...what you doing, you doing,
what you doing, you doing, hey,
that gun?
Bunch of withered roses lie, by the sea,
A four am hotel carpark, a memory,
wrapping up your body, it's an ambulance charade,
They're you,
Too early with run, son,
Too early with run.
And what you doing that gun, son,
me, what you doing with that gun?