Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

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

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

Death is on the tip of her
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 tonight

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

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

The poor say, The rich have the
The rich say, The poor the source
Revolutionaries say, It's war
Invented by the press just to have somethin' to

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

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

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

Death is on the tip of her
And dangers at the tip of her
are on fire tonight

Believe say the neon signs
Might speakers repeatin' and everythin' is fine
A subtle to demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass no knowledge 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

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

And she likes it and she it

The savage, the madness, the bad
The lavish, the fastness, to clashes the
To ashes in to twine
My fend fatal my darlin' angel

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

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

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

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