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 me crazy this 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 and the rise of your 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 dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on tonight

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

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

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

The poor say, The rich have the
The rich say, The poor aren't the
say, It's 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
say the nuns, nuns say the hoes
And is sure

The said, It only infects the mind
The little boy said, It only the girls
The preacher man said, It's gonna off the soul
A bum said, gonna kill 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 fire

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

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

Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is
is a rule, everythin' is a crime
Everythin' was healed and rewinds
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 everythin' in to
My fend fatal my darlin' angel

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

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 dope boy said, the whole wide world

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

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