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 angel me up
And I open eyes into fluorescent white
They flip the siren, hit the lights, the doors and I am gone

Now I lay here owing my 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 I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my

I hope I will never let you down, I know
That this can be more than just flashing lights and
Look around and you'll see 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 line drawn in the sand, I'm up the will to cross it

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

My world 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 in the ambulance, can we pick you off the ground
More than lights and sound