Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are aligned and the is collidin'
And the is arrivin' and she's up there smilin'
And the is applauded of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are gone no children tomorrow

They're drivin' me this war is my lady
Who bought all our do not hear the amazin'
The tick of the time of the of the rhyme
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 tonight

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
Don't let 'em in not a friend not a
Everybody's got it and want you to it next and
Don't accept 'em if you wanna that's an exception

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

The poor say, The have the cure
The rich say, The aren't the source
say, It's psychological war
Invented by the press just to somethin' to proper

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

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

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 at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire

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

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

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

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 her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her and everythin' that she paid for
And the to the factory 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 dope boy said, It's the whole world

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 dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on fire