Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The are aligned and the pain is collidin'
And the pain is and she's up there smilin'
And the fear is of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are gone with no tomorrow

They're me crazy this war is my lady
Who all our babies do not hear the amazin'
The tick of the time of the slip of the
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 fire

the virus 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

Quarantines the and cut off our connections
let 'em in not a friend 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 I'll of
Sickness are still in doubt of it's existence
Some call it 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 aren't the
say, It's psychological war
Invented by the press just to somethin' to proper

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

The scientists said, It only infects the
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

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

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

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

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

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

And she it and she loves it

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

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

The scientist says, She all mind
The boy said, "What happened 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
Streets are on tonight