Luyện nghe bài hát Horizon

From the deepest, darkest of...Whitby!
this sordid tale of speed...
mayhem..
combustion...
Picturesque pistons...
Accellerating alarms...
stupifying stereo stunts!
One man...a dream...a car...a 1984...Plymouth...HORIZON...
I loved the car from to grill
I wouldn't change a
I trade the ashtray
For the Queen's ring
But things they going wrong
And went from bad to
The clutch went funny
Then I use reverse
Still I my baby
And would not admit
Just it left a trail
Of rust the street
It kept on running
On duct and a prayer
Plus a tribute to
The guy who did
It all so unfair (That was back the day he bought)
Horizon!
Horizon!
one day on the parking lot
They called
My car became the between
A bun
I saw some parts go
you really need to drive
My car had become
Though it never was
a muffler in the passing lane
A in the slow
The on the median
A in the snow
And as I skidded off the
The other drivers
My middle-finger
be my epitaph
Death would at last (Here lies the man who dared to drive)
Horizon!
Now I at my bent fender
The twisted rim
I if Horizon
Will ever again
But I that this was not the end
Road warriors die
And I signed Mister
donor card
The steel get recycled
And they'll another car
Bigger, faster,
An automotive
My will then begin
And revenge soon be mine
As I drive my three-door
Orange Chrysler
Searching for Buick
To try to end its
settle up that score
And then drive away (The sun will rise again on the)
Horizon!
My Horizon!
My Horizon!