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 there
And the is applauded of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are with no children tomorrow

They're drivin' me crazy war is my lady
Who all our babies do not hear the amazin'
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
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 in all directions
No safe zone, no and no protection
No sense of or signs of an infection
No vaccines and no corrections

Quarantines the and cut off our connections
Don't let 'em in not a not a reflection
got it and want you to have it next and
Don't accept 'em if you wanna stay an exception

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everythin' is lyin', is dyin'
is a rule, everythin' is a crime
Everythin' was 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 the ashes
To everythin' in to twine
My fend fatal my darlin' 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 scientist says, She all inside
The little boy said, "What to all the girls?"
The man says, She gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said, It's the whole wide

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

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