Luyện nghe bài hát The Artist in The Ambulance

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

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

I hope that I will let you down, I know
That this can be than just flashing lights and sound
Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one cares

It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do right I know that
There's a difference between sleight of hand and giving everything you
a line drawn 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, brakes lock, hear the squeal
Red light, can't stop so I the wheel

My goes black before I feel
An angel steal me from the jaws of death 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
than flashing lights and sound