Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

The stars are aligned and the is collidin'
And the pain is and she's up there smilin'
And the fear is of the sky are the wall
Of the pain rules are gone with no children

drivin' me crazy this war is my lady
Who bought all our babies do not the amazin'
The of the time of the slip of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of fall and you'll find the tickin'

Death is on the tip of her
And dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on tonight

is on the tip of her tongue
And at the tip of her fingers
are on fire tonight

Disease the is spreadin' in all directions
No zone, no cure and no protection
No sense of survivin' or of an infection
No vaccines and no corrections

Quarantines the and cut off our connections
let 'em in not a friend not a reflection
Everybody's got it and want you to have it and
Don't accept 'em if you stay that's an exception

Appeal, the the I'll of this
Sickness are still in doubt of it's existence
Some call it forgiveness and some it the vengeance
Some say it's an and some say it's an entrance

The poor say, The rich the cure
The say, The poor aren't the source
say, It's psychological war
Invented by the press just to somethin' to proper

say the first case came from a maternity war
Some say 'em all, some say the skies, say the floor
Hoes say the nuns, say the hoes
And everybody is

The said, It only infects the mind
The little boy said, It only the girls
The preacher man said, It's kill off the soul
A bum said, It's gonna kill whole world

Death is on the tip of her
And dangers at the tip of her
are on fire tonight

Death is on the tip of her
And dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on tonight

Believe some say the signs
Might speakers repeatin' and everythin' is fine
A subtle to demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass no knowledge and every freedom denied

Every is designed and broadcasted
From the masters to the from the antennas on top of the trine
As far as the receivin' during a panic is shorted
It back everythin' in your mind

Everythin' is lyin', everythin' is
Everythin' is a rule, is a crime
Everythin' was healed and rewinds
And new weather burn a feathers off line

And she it and she loves it

The savage, the madness, the bad
The lavish, the fastness, to clashes the
To everythin' in to twine
My fend my darlin' fongolin' angel

Once her changin' her batteries in her halo
for her wings and everythin' that she paid for
And the address to the where they made those

The scientist says, She all mind
The little boy said, "What to all the girls?"
The man says, She gonna kill off the souls
The dope boy said, It's the whole wide

Death is on the tip of her
And dangers at the tip of her
Streets are on fire

is on the tip of her tongue
And at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire