Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

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

As a bottomless heat
To harness anger
Your and
deepest desire

Because there's no stolen
been ever brought forward
From the of the writers
Looking down on the gutter

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

And all the been let out loose
Is desperate to
As it grabs you by the
And strings out all the 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
light sends a shudder
The of hope that helps you down
Is to rest and stir

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

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

But now you don't
You whisper you speak
You turn to nighttime
Trying to find your
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 seen your face before
boy playing poor
Ravaging the
Ignoring constant

Now you belong
You whisper when you
You turn to nighttime
Trying to find feet