Luyện nghe bài hát Turn On The Light

I had a friend who kept a in his pocket
He used to touch it the wind was blowin' high
I guess it made him feel he could bluff the system
And it flickered out we laid him down to die

I turn on the
on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
Yea, a in the night
I'll burn relentlessly until my juice dry, ya

And I'll construct a rack of beams and trusses
And with just a million tiny suns
I'll upon the room of my compartment
And place tinfoil on my and on my walls

I'll turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white lights
A in the night
I'll burn relentlessly my juice runs dry

And burn like a Roman fucking candle
(Burn)
Like a chasm in the
(Burn)
For a miniscule
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible