Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

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

They're me crazy this war is my lady
Who bought all our do not hear the amazin'
The of the time of the slip of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the of your fall and you'll find the tickin'

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 tonight

Disease the virus is in all directions
No safe zone, no and no protection
No sense of survivin' or of an infection
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 I'll of
Sickness some are still in of it's existence
Some call it forgiveness and 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 the source
say, It's psychological war
Invented by the just to have somethin' to proper

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

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

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

Every is designed 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', is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, is a crime
Everythin' was healed and everythin'
And new weather 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 everythin' in to twine
My fend fatal my fongolin' angel

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

The says, She all inside mind
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
Streets are on tonight