Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

I see papers and
Stacked up in
Which mean before
They're lining in the

As a heat goes
To your anger
Your and
Your desire

Because there's no truth
That's been ever forward
From the minds of the
Looking face on the gutter

this world's full of thinkers
And suffragette
Who deny that ever wear a dress
Oh this god forsaken in a mess

And all the truths been let out
Is to amuse
As it grabs you by the
And strings out all the times used

But now you belong
You when you speak
You turn to nighttime
Trying to find 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 of hope that helps you down
Is left to rest and

You back down a
To the darkness
And you yourself
You did it all for her
And him, and her

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

But now you belong
You whisper you speak
You yourself to nighttime
to find your feet
Trying to find you 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 your face before
Rich boy poor
the whores
Ignoring constant

Now you belong
You when you speak
You turn yourself to
to find your feet