Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

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