Luyện nghe bài hát Streets on Fire

Tonight, tonight,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Appeal, the heal the of this
some are still in doubt 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 poor say, The rich the cure
The rich say, The aren't the source
Revolutionaries say, psychological war
by the press just to have somethin' to proper

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she it and she loves it

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

Once caught her her batteries in her halo
Receipt for her wings and that she paid for
And the address to the where they made those

The says, She all inside mind
The boy said, "What happened to all the girls?"
The preacher man says, She gonna 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 tonight

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