Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The are aligned and the pain is collidin'
And the pain is arrivin' and up there smilin'
And the fear is 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 all our babies do not hear the amazin'
The of the time of the slip of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and you'll find the

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
Streets are on tonight

Disease the virus is spreadin' in all
No safe zone, no 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
got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept 'em if you wanna stay an exception

Appeal, the heal the of this
Sickness some are still in doubt of 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 have the cure
The rich say, The poor aren't the
Revolutionaries say, psychological war
Invented by the press to have somethin' to proper

Some say the first case 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 infects the mind
The little boy said, It only infects the
The man said, It's gonna kill off the soul
A bum said, It's gonna kill whole world

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

some say the neon signs
Might allow speakers repeatin' and is fine
A silence to demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass no knowledge and every freedom denied

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

Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is
Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a
Everythin' was healed and everythin'
And new weather burn a feathers off 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 my darlin' fongolin' angel

Once caught her changin' her in her halo
Receipt for her wings and that 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 kill off the
The dope boy said, the whole wide world

is on the tip of her tongue
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
are on fire tonight