Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

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

drivin' me crazy this war is my lady
Who all our babies do not hear the amazin'
The tick of the time of the slip of the
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
are on fire tonight

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

the virus is spreadin' in all directions
No zone, no cure and no protection
No sense of or signs of an infection
No remedies and no corrections

Quarantines the dreams and cut off our
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 wanna that's an exception

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

The say, The rich have the cure
The rich say, The poor the source
Revolutionaries say, psychological war
Invented by the press just to have to proper

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

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

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

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

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

Every dream is and broadcasted
From the masters to the masses from the on top of the trine
As far as the planet during a panic is shorted
It back everythin' in your mind

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

And she likes it and she it

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

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

The scientist says, She all inside
The little boy said, "What to all the girls?"
The preacher man says, She gonna off the souls
The boy said, It's the 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