Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist in The Ambulance

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

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

I hope that I will never let you down, I
That this can be more than just lights and sound
Look around and 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 that
There's a difference between sleight of hand and giving you have
There's a line in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it

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

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