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 smilin'
And the fear is of the sky are the wall
Of the pain are gone with no children tomorrow

They're 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'

is on the tip of her tongue
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
are on fire tonight

Disease the virus is in all directions
No safe zone, no and no protection
No of survivin' or signs of an infection
No vaccines remedies and no

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

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

The poor say, The have the cure
The rich say, The poor aren't the
Revolutionaries say, psychological war
by the press just to have somethin' to proper

Some say the first came from a maternity war
Some say 'em all, say the skies, some say the floor
say the nuns, nuns say the hoes
And everybody is

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

is on the tip of her tongue
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

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

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

is lyin', everythin' is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, everythin' is a
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 clashes the
To ashes in to twine
My fend my darlin' fongolin' angel

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

The scientist says, She all mind
The little boy said, "What to all the girls?"
The man says, She gonna kill off the souls
The boy said, It's the whole wide world

is on the tip of her tongue
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