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 fear is applauded of the sky are the
Of the pain rules are gone no children tomorrow

drivin' me crazy this war is my lady
Who bought all our babies do not hear the
The tick of the time of the of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and find the tickin'

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

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

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

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

Some say the first case came 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 kill 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
Streets are on fire

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

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

Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is
Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a
Everythin' was healed and rewinds
And new weather burn a off everything's line

And she it and she loves it

The savage, the madness, the bad
The lavish, the fastness, to clashes the
To everythin' 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 address to the 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 dope boy said, It's the 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 at the tip of her fingers
are on fire tonight