Luyện nghe bài hát Gun

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