Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are aligned and the is collidin'
And the pain is arrivin' and she's up smilin'
And the is applauded of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are gone no children tomorrow

drivin' me crazy this war is my lady
Who bought all our babies do not hear the
The of the time of the slip of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and find the tickin'

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

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

Disease the virus is in all directions
No zone, no cure and no protection
No sense of survivin' or signs of an
No remedies and no corrections

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

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

The poor say, The have the cure
The say, The poor aren't the source
say, It's psychological war
Invented by the just to have somethin' to proper

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

The scientists said, It only the mind
The little boy said, It only the girls
The preacher man said, gonna kill off the soul
A bum said, gonna kill whole 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 dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on fire

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

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

Everythin' is lyin', is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a
Everythin' was and everythin' rewinds
And new weather burn a feathers off line

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 fatal my darlin' fongolin' angel

Once caught her changin' her batteries in her
Receipt for her and everythin' that she paid for
And the address to the factory where they those

The scientist says, She all mind
The little boy said, "What to all the girls?"
The man says, She gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said, the whole 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 at the tip of her fingers
are on fire tonight