Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, we've lost
The engine's to crash
The strikes went bright
Do not go gently...
It's my luck
You shot my down from a thousand miles
I'm falling
I'm falling

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

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

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

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

2]
I put the halloween out the trunk
my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That's fucking
How thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I my life to have time
I'm tired of
Tired of pills that I'm tired of taking
Tired of cases, tired of judges
of saying "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the President, deciding this a gift
Two shots to life, got one to live
You could it any night
Or it in a fit
Or win a game
As a man, I feel
As a king, I reign
Ask me how I deal with
As I you from my basement
The cards changed yet
Niggas on 47, dealing the same shit
Rocks,
Ducking cops and
Came the world naked
Now I'm in all this shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, even face time
I feel it's all wasted
The underground wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and table
I shake it I pop, I promise I'm not stable
But that boy do got horse
hours
These I lose tracks of days
Been years since I felt way
Count on me to

Before the final
Before the final
I you to rage
I want you to know, know right