Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, lost control
The engine's bound to
The strikes went bright
Do not go gently...
just my luck
You shot my bluff down from a thousand
I'm falling
I'm falling

I want you to rage the night
I want you to blaze into the
Before your flight
But boy, fine, you're fine
I you to rage into the night
I want you to know, you're right
Before your flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are rogue

1]
I always wondered whether meant something deeper than freedom
To be to see everything I see when I'm sleeping
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we hangin'
White man telling niggas to ball Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was to put up the bail
And a train don't stop and we ain't have to ride the
Gas in the tank, enough to make it home
They say home is the hate is, I'm from where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation
To take knowledge and problems we and so conflicted
To take the burning and just roll with the punches
thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same we jumped as a shorty still in the way
I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring
I'm on my knot, hope I don't fall again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look space
It's heavy to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don't understand, still in front of our face
I light a match for the

I want you to rage the night
I you to blaze into the light
Before final flight
Before your final
But boy, fine, you're fine
I want you to into the night
I want you to know, you're right
Before your final
Before your final
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning

Riding a burning
Running low, not a soul who know
It's every man who swept the burning from the road

2]
I put the halloween pistol out the
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I dunk
fucking dumb
How many thousand of kids would like to have
a clue of the times I gave my life to have time
I'm tired of
Tired of pills that I'm tired of taking
Tired of court cases, tired of
Tired of "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the President, this shit's a gift
Two to life, only got one to live
You lose it any night
Or it in a fit
Or win a game
As a man, I pain
As a king, I reign
Ask me how I deal with
As I write you my basement
The cards changed yet
Niggas on 47, still the same shit
Rocks,
Ducking cops and
Came into the world
Now I'm in all this shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can't even time
I feel it's all wasted
The underground wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I'm not
But that boy do got power
Ignore
days I lose tracks of days
Been years I felt this way
Count on me to

Before the flight
Before the final
I want you to
I you to know, know you're right