Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

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

As a bottomless heat
To harness anger
Your and
Your deepest

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

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

And all the truths been let out
Is to amuse
As it you by the throat
And strings out all the you've used

But now you don't
You when you speak
You turn yourself to
to find 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 sends a shudder
The twist of that helps you down
Is left to and stir

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

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

But now you belong
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 your face before
Rich boy playing
Ravaging the
Ignoring calls

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