Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist in The Ambulance

Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires
Red light, stop so I spin the wheel
My world goes black i feel an angel lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into white
They the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

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

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

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

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

My goes black before I feel
An angel steal me from the greedy jaws of and chance
And pull me in with steady hands given me a second chance
The artist in the ambulance, can we pick you off the
More than flashing lights and