Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

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

They're drivin' me this war is my lady
Who bought all our do not hear the amazin'
The tick of the of the slip 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 at the tip of her fingers
are on fire tonight

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

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

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

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

The poor say, The rich the cure
The rich say, The poor the source
Revolutionaries say, psychological war
Invented by the just to have somethin' to proper

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

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

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

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

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

Everythin' is lyin', is dyin'
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 clashes the
To ashes in to twine
My fend fatal my fongolin' angel

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

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

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

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