Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, lost control
The bound to crash
The lightning strikes went
Do not go gently...
just my luck
You shot my bluff from a thousand miles
I'm fast
I'm falling

I you to rage into the night
I want you to into the light
Before your final
But boy, you're fine, you're
I want you to rage 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 deeper than
To be able to see I see when I'm sleeping
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we hangin'
White man telling to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the was enough to put up the bail
And a don't stop and we ain't have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is, I'm where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation
To take knowledge and we face and so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the
thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shorty in the way
I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my fall down like pouring rain
I'm on slip my knot, hope I don't fall
Standing on my feet, feel so small to into space
It's heavy just to stare up there and wonder waits
So much we still understand, still right in front of our face
I light a for the jets

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

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

2]
I put the halloween pistol out the
my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That's dumb
How thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue of the I gave my life to have time
I'm tired of
Tired of chasing that I'm tired of taking
Tired of court cases, 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 fame
As I write you from my
The cards ain't yet
Niggas on 47, dealing the same shit
Rocks,
Ducking cops and
into the world naked
Now I'm in all BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can't face time
I feel it's all wasted
The underground getting
I spent 1500 on bottles and this table
I shake it I pop, I promise I'm not stable
But that boy do got horse
hours
These days I lose of days
Been years I felt this way
Count on me to

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