Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are and the pain is collidin'
And the pain is and she's up there smilin'
And the is applauded of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are gone no children tomorrow

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

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

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

the virus is spreadin' in all directions
No zone, no cure and no protection
No sense of or signs of an infection
No remedies 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 it next and
accept 'em if you wanna stay that's an exception

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

The say, The rich have the cure
The rich say, The poor the source
Revolutionaries say, psychological 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 everybody is

The scientists said, It only infects the
The little boy said, It only the girls
The preacher man said, 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
are on fire tonight

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

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

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

is lyin', everythin' is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, is a crime
Everythin' was healed and everythin'
And new weather burn a 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 everythin' 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 they made those

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

is on the tip of her tongue
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