Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, we've control
The bound to crash
The strikes went bright
Do not go gently...
just my luck
You shot my down from a thousand miles
I'm fast
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 final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning

1]
I always wondered whether leaving meant something than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I'm
Niggas waking up no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin'
White man telling to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the
And a train don't stop and we ain't to ride the rails
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 addicted
To knowledge and problems we face 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 like pouring rain
I'm on slip my knot, I don't fall again
Standing on my feet, feel so to look into space
heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don't understand, right in front of our face
I light a match for the

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

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

2]
I put the halloween out the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would
That's fucking
How many thousand of kids would to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I gave my to have time
I'm of waiting
Tired of chasing that I'm tired of taking
of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of "Fuck it"
Tired of around the President, deciding 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 feel
Ask me how I with fame
As I you from my basement
The ain't changed yet
Niggas on 47, dealing the same shit
Rocks,
Ducking and clothes
Came into the naked
Now I'm in all this BAPE
buy a Rolex, can't even face time
I feel like it's all
The underground wasted
I spent on these bottles and this table
I it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable
But that boy do got power
hours
These days I tracks of days
Been years I felt this way
on me to rage

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