Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are and the pain 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 no children tomorrow

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

Death is on the tip of her
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

Disease the virus is spreadin' in all
No zone, no cure 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 wanna stay an exception

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

The poor say, The have the cure
The rich say, The aren't the source
Revolutionaries say, psychological 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
say the nuns, nuns say the hoes
And everybody is

The scientists said, It infects the mind
The little boy said, It infects the girls
The preacher man said, It's gonna 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
are on fire tonight

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

Believe some say the neon
Might allow speakers and everythin' is fine
A subtle to demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge and 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' during a panic is shorted
It reports back everythin' in mind

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

And she it and she loves it

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

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

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

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 at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on tonight