Luyện nghe bài hát PENANCE FIRE BLUES

I see papers and
up in formation
Which mean before
lining in the fire

As a bottomless heat
To your anger
blood and
Your desire

Because there's no truth
That's been ever forward
From the of the writers
Looking face down on the

'Cause this world's of thinkers
And suffragette
Who deny they ever wear a dress
Oh this god town's in a mess

And all the truths been let out
Is to amuse
As it grabs you by the
And strings out all the times used

But now you don't
You when you speak
You yourself to nighttime
Trying to your feet

Oh let me run (lord, lord, lord)
Run lord, let me run,
So let me run (lord, lord, lord)
Run lord, let me run

But as the awakens
That sends a shudder
The of hope that helps you down
Is left to and stir

You back down a
To the darkness
And you yourself
You did it all for her
And him, and her

And all the truths been let out
Is desperate to
As it you by the throat
And strings out all the times you've

But now you don't
You when you speak
You turn to nighttime
to find your feet
Trying to you feet now.

Run lord (lord lord)
Run lord, let me run
Oh let me run lord (lord lord)
Run lord, let me run

But I've seen face before
Rich boy playing
the whores
Ignoring calls

Now you don't
You whisper you speak
You turn yourself to
Trying to find your