Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

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

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

1]
I always whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see I see when I'm sleeping
Niggas waking up no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin'
White man niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was to put up the bail
And a train stop and we ain't have 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 generation
To knowledge and problems we face and so conflicted
To take the burning and just roll with the punches
Niggas I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same we jumped as a shorty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I fly far, far away
Where my sins fall like pouring rain
I'm on slip my knot, hope I don't again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look 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 a match for the jets

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

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

2]
I put the pistol out the trunk
my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That's dumb
How many thousand of kids would like to have
Without a clue of the times I gave my life to have
I'm of waiting
Tired of chasing pills that I'm tired of
of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of "Fuck it"
Tired of balling 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 reign
Ask me how I deal fame
As I write you from my
The cards changed yet
Niggas on 47, dealing the same shit
Rocks,
Ducking cops and
Came into the world
Now I'm in all BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can't even face
I feel it's all wasted
The underground wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and table
I shake it before I pop, I I'm not stable
But that boy do got power
hours
These days I tracks of days
years since I felt this way
Count on me to

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