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 there
And the fear is of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are gone with no tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

is on the tip of her tongue
And at the tip of her fingers
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
Might allow speakers repeatin' and everythin' is
A subtle silence to demolish the conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge and every freedom

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

is lyin', everythin' 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

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

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

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 at the tip of her fingers
are on fire tonight