Luyện nghe bài hát Rage

Command, we've control
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 fast

I want you to rage the night
I want you to blaze the light
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 final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning

1]
I always wondered whether 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 hangin'
man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the 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 they their own
Probably it on their phone, a generation addicted
To knowledge and problems we face and so conflicted
To take the road and just roll with the punches
thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we as a shorty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far
my sins fall down like pouring rain
I'm on slip my knot, hope I fall again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to into space
It's heavy just to up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don't understand, still in front of our face
I light a for the jets

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

Riding a burning
Running low, not a who could know
It's man who swept 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 fucking
How many thousand of kids would like to have
Without a of the times I gave my life to have time
I'm tired of
Tired of chasing that I'm tired of taking
Tired of cases, tired 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 lose it any
Or it in a fit
Or win a championship
As a man, I pain
As a king, I feel
Ask me how I with fame
As I write you from my
The ain't changed yet
on 47, still dealing the same shit
Rocks,
Ducking cops and
Came into the naked
Now I'm in all this BAPE
Tryna buy a Rolex, can't even face
I feel it's all wasted
The underground getting
I 1500 on these bottles and this table
I it before I pop, I promise I'm not stable
But boy do got horse power
Ignore
These days I tracks of days
Been years I felt this way
on me to rage

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