Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist in The Ambulance

Late night, brakes lock, the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the
My goes black before i feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, the doors and I am gone

Now I lay owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that empty are not enough
I'm here with the question of just
have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the of my regrets

I hope I will never let you down, I know
That this can be more than just lights and sound
around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares

It gets me down but I'm gonna try to do what's right I know that
There's a difference between sleight of hand and everything you have
There's a drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it

Rhetoric can't raise the dead, I'm of always talking
there's no change, I'm sick of empty words
Let's lead and not follow night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
Red light, can't stop so I spin the

My world goes before I feel
An angel steal me from the greedy jaws of and chance
And pull me in with steady hands they've given me a chance
The in the ambulance, can we pick you off the ground
More flashing lights and sound