Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are and the pain is collidin'
And the pain is arrivin' and up there smilin'
And the is applauded of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are with no children tomorrow

They're drivin' me crazy this war is my
Who bought all our do not hear the amazin'
The tick of the time of the of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of fall and you'll find the tickin'

is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on fire

is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on tonight

Disease the virus is in all directions
No safe zone, no and no protection
No of survivin' or signs of an infection
No vaccines and no corrections

the dreams and cut off our connections
Don't let 'em in not a friend not a
Everybody's got it and you to have it next and
Don't accept 'em if you wanna that's an exception

Appeal, the heal the I'll of
Sickness are still in doubt of it's existence
Some it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit and some say it's an

The say, The rich have the cure
The rich say, The aren't the source
Revolutionaries say, It's war
Invented by the press to have somethin' to proper

Some say the first case from a maternity war
say 'em all, some say the skies, some say the floor
Hoes say the nuns, nuns say the
And is sure

The scientists said, It only infects the
The little boy said, It infects the girls
The preacher man said, It's kill off the soul
A bum said, It's gonna kill wide world

is on the tip of her tongue
And dangers at the tip of her
are on fire tonight

Death is on the tip of her
And at the tip of her fingers
are on fire tonight

Believe some say the signs
Might allow repeatin' and everythin' is fine
A subtle silence to demolish the conscious
Of a with no knowledge and every freedom denied

Every dream is designed and
From the masters to the masses from the antennas on top of the
As far as the receivin' during a panic is shorted
It reports back everythin' in your

is lyin', everythin' is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, is a crime
Everythin' was healed and everythin'
And new weather burn a feathers off everything's

And she likes it and she it

The savage, the madness, the bad
The lavish, the fastness, to clashes the
To ashes in to twine
My fend my darlin' fongolin' angel

Once caught her changin' her in her halo
Receipt for her wings and that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they made

The scientist says, She all mind
The little boy said, "What to all the girls?"
The preacher man says, She kill off the souls
The dope boy said, It's the wide world

Death is on the tip of her
And dangers at the tip of her
are on fire tonight

Death is on the tip of her
And dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on fire