Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

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

As a bottomless goes
To harness your
blood and
Your desire

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

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

And all the truths been let out
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 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 morning
That sends a shudder
The twist of hope helps you down
Is to rest 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 grabs you by the
And strings out all the you've used

But now you don't
You whisper when you
You yourself to nighttime
Trying to find your
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 seen face before
Rich boy playing
the whores
Ignoring calls

Now you don't
You whisper you speak
You turn to nighttime
to find your feet