Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

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

As a bottomless heat
To your anger
Your and
Your desire

Because no truth stolen
That's been brought forward
the minds of the writers
Looking down on the gutter

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

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

But now you belong
You whisper when you
You turn to nighttime
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 light 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 times you've

But now you don't
You whisper you speak
You turn yourself to
Trying to find your
to find 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 belong
You when you speak
You yourself to nighttime
Trying to find feet