Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

I see papers and
Stacked up in
Which much before
lining in the fire

As a heat goes
To your anger
blood and
Your deepest

there's no truth stolen
That's been ever forward
the minds of the writers
Looking face down on the

'Cause this full of thinkers
And speakers
Who deny they ever wear a dress
Oh this god forsaken town's in a

And all the been let out loose
Is desperate to
As it you by the throat
And out all the times you've used

But now you belong
You when you speak
You yourself to nighttime
Trying to your feet

Oh let me run (lord, lord, lord)
Run lord, let me run,
So let me run (lord, lord, lord)
Run lord, let me run

But as the awakens
That light a shudder
The twist of hope that you down
Is to rest and stir

You back a hallway
To flourish the
And you fool
You did it all for her
And him, and her

And all the truths let out loose
Is to amuse
As it grabs you by the
And out all the times you've used

But now you don't
You whisper you speak
You turn yourself to
Trying to find feet
Trying to you feet now.

Run lord (lord lord)
Run lord, let me run
Oh let me run lord (lord lord)
Run lord, let me run

But I've seen your before
boy playing poor
Ravaging the
Ignoring constant

Now you don't
You whisper when you
You turn yourself to
Trying to your feet