Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are aligned and the pain is
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 with no children tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Believe some say the signs
Might speakers repeatin' and everythin' is fine
A subtle silence to demolish the conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge and 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' planet a panic is shorted
It reports back everythin' in your

Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is
is a rule, everythin' is a crime
Everythin' was healed and everythin'
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 in to twine
My fend fatal my darlin' fongolin'

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

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

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 at the tip of her fingers
are on fire tonight