Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

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

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

1]
I always whether leaving meant something deeper than 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 ball like Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was to put up the bail
And a train don't stop and we have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to it home
They say home is where the 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 road and just with the punches
Niggas thought I was gone, I Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a still in the way
I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my fall down like pouring 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 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 into the night
I want you to into the light
Before your final
Before your final
But boy, you're fine, you're
I you to rage into the night
I want you to know, you're right
Before your final
Before your flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning

Riding a burning
Running low, not a soul who could
It's every man who swept the burning ashes 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 like to have mine?
Without a clue of the times I my life to have time
I'm tired of
Tired of chasing pills that I'm of taking
Tired of court cases, of judges
Tired of "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the President, this shit's a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to
You could 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 ain't changed yet
Niggas on 47, still the same shit
Rocks,
cops and clothes
Came the world naked
Now I'm in all this shit
buy a Rolex, can't even face time
I feel it's all wasted
The underground getting
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this
I shake it before I pop, I I'm not stable
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 final
Before the final
I want you to
I you to know, know you're right