Luyện nghe bài hát Turn On The Light

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

I on the light
on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
Yea, a beacon in the
burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry, ya

And I'll construct a of tempered beams and trusses
And equip with just a million suns
I'll install upon the of my compartment
And place on my floor and on my walls

Then I'll turn on the
Turn on a million blinding brilliant incendiary lights
A in the night
I'll burn until my juice runs dry

And I'll like a Roman fucking candle
(Burn)
a chasm in the night
(Burn)
For a duration
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible