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 rules are gone with no children tomorrow

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

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
Streets are on tonight

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

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

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

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

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

The said, It only infects the mind
The little boy said, It 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
are on fire tonight

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

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

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

Everythin' is lyin', is dyin'
is a rule, everythin' 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 everythin' in to twine
My fatal my darlin' fongolin' angel

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

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

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
are on fire tonight