Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

(Steel)
A bunch of withered roses lie, a silhouette
Caught you in the deep end last night, but it hasn't happened yet.
tying up your body with some rusty Number 8 and they say,
Too early your run, son.
Too with your run.
A bunch of worn-out ockers, the magistrate,
Go down to at the altar when the evening's getting late,
And the is much too busy, the prizes are so obviously fakes,
Too with your run, son,
Too early with run.
And what you with that gun, son,
me, what you doing with that gun?
You don't in killing, someone's trying to kill you,
You actually want answers, just the odd clue,
And the moves to overdrive and no-one wants to get in touch with you,
Too with your run, son,
Too with your run.
Next you'll take anything, you wonder if you think too much,
Hoping for anything to readjust your senses,
No-one believes in that these days, no-one's really chances,
Too early with run, son,
Too early your run.
And what you with that gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing that gun?
Yeahhh...what you doing, you doing,
you doing, what you doing, hey,
With that
of withered roses lie, Tathra by the sea,
A am hotel carpark, a vicious memory,
wrapping up your body, it's an ambulance charade,
They're you,
Too early your run, son,
Too early your run.
And what you doing with gun, son,
Tell me, what you doing with gun?