Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

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

They're me crazy this war is my lady
Who bought all our do not hear the amazin'
The tick of the time of the of the rhyme
Of the pimp and the rise of your fall and you'll find the

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

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

the virus is spreadin' in all directions
No safe zone, no and no protection
No sense of survivin' or signs of an
No vaccines remedies and no

the dreams and cut off our connections
Don't let 'em in not a not a reflection
Everybody's got it and you to have it next and
Don't accept 'em if you wanna that's an exception

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

The say, The rich have the cure
The rich say, The poor the source
Revolutionaries say, It's war
Invented by the press to have somethin' to proper

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

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

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

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

Believe some say the neon
Might allow speakers repeatin' and is fine
A silence to demolish the troubled conscious
Of a compass with no knowledge and every denied

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

Everythin' is lyin', is dyin'
Everythin' is a rule, is a crime
Everythin' was healed and rewinds
And new weather a feathers off everything's line

And she it and she loves it

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

caught her changin' her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and everythin' she paid for
And the address to the factory where they 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 at the tip of her fingers
Streets are on fire

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