Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

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

As a heat goes
To harness anger
Your and
Your desire

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

'Cause this world's full of
And speakers
Who deny that they wear a dress
Oh this god town's in a mess

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

But now you belong
You whisper you speak
You turn yourself to
Trying to find your

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 morning
That sends a shudder
The twist of hope that helps you
Is left to and stir

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

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 whisper when you
You turn yourself to
Trying to your 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 seen your face before
Rich boy poor
Ravaging the
constant calls

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