Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, we've control
The engine's bound to
The lightning went bright
Do not go gently...
It's my luck
You shot my bluff from a thousand miles
I'm falling
I'm fast

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

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

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

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

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

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