Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are aligned and the pain is
And the pain is arrivin' and up there smilin'
And the fear is applauded of the sky are the
Of the pain rules are gone with no children

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

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
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 and no corrections

the dreams and cut off our connections
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 it's
call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance
Some say it's an exit and say it's an entrance

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

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

Death is on the tip of her
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
Streets are on fire

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

dream is designed and broadcasted
From the masters to the masses from the on top of the trine
As far as the receivin' during 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 the ashes
To ashes in to twine
My fend my darlin' fongolin' angel

Once caught her changin' her in her halo
Receipt for her and everythin' that she paid for
And the to the factory where 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 boy said, It's the whole wide world

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

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