Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

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

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

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

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

Disease the is spreadin' in all directions
No safe zone, no cure and no
No sense of survivin' or of an infection
No vaccines and no corrections

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

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

The poor say, The rich have the
The rich say, The poor the source
say, It's psychological war
Invented by the press just to have somethin' to

Some say the case came from a maternity war
say 'em all, some say the skies, some say the floor
Hoes say the nuns, say the hoes
And everybody is

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

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

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

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

Every dream is and broadcasted
the masters to the masses from the antennas on top of the trine
As far as the planet during a panic is shorted
It back everythin' in your mind

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

And she likes it and she it

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

caught her changin' her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everythin' that she for
And the address to the factory where made those

The scientist says, She all inside
The boy said, "What happened to all the girls?"
The man says, She gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said, It's the whole world

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
are on fire tonight