Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist in The Ambulance

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

Now I lay here owing my life to a
And I realize that empty words are not
I'm left here the question of just
What I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on bed, under the weight of my regrets

I hope that I will let you down, I know
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 between sleight of hand and giving everything you have
There's a drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it

Rhetoric raise the dead, I'm sick of always talking
When 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 so I spin the wheel

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