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 heat
To your anger
Your and
Your desire

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

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

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

But now you don't
You when you speak
You turn 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
That sends a shudder
The of hope that helps you down
Is left to rest and

You back a hallway
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 grabs you by the
And strings out all the times you've

But now you belong
You whisper you speak
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 your face
Rich boy playing
the whores
Ignoring constant

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