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 world goes black before i feel an lift me up
And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent
They the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

Now I lay owing my life to a stranger
And I realize that words are not enough
I'm here with the question of just
What have I to show except the promises I kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my

I that I will never let you down, I know
this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
Look around and you'll see that at times it 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 sleight of hand and giving everything 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 there's no change, I'm sick of empty
Let's and not follow late 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 second
The in the ambulance, can we pick you off the ground
More than flashing and sound