Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are aligned and the pain is
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 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 of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and find the tickin'

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 at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire

Disease the virus is in all directions
No zone, no cure and no protection
No sense of survivin' or of an infection
No vaccines remedies and no

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

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

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

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

The scientists said, It only the mind
The little boy said, It only infects the
The preacher man said, It's kill off the soul
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
are on fire tonight

Believe some say the signs
Might allow speakers repeatin' and everythin' is
A subtle to demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass no knowledge and every freedom denied

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 everythin' in your mind

is lyin', everythin' is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, is a crime
Everythin' was healed and rewinds
And new burn a feathers 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 wings and that she paid for
And the address to the factory where made those

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