Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

Started off as I fall in a ball of
out on your sentiment, it's all in vain
Shot your 44 caliber with aim
You might've killed the heart but you left the

Devastated and I hate it, see your eyes are
Gray and building just like rust on a chain drained
echo in the things you say
You might've killed the heart but you left the

Your are making me sick
No more lies, with your rhetoric

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, you're inside
a wonderful lie
Don't you alive?

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, you're dead
a wonderful lie
Don't you feel

Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now

Cut me off at the pass, as a
Crashing down from your promises, all were
Shot your 44 caliber with aim
You might've the heart but you left the brain

Formulated and I'm to withstand the pain
of generated conscience from the edge of a blade
Feigned, fabricated in the things you say
You might have killed the heart but you left the

Your words are making me
No lies, enough with your rhetoric

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, dead inside
What a lie
Don't you feel

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, you're inside
a wonderful lie
Don't you feel

Switch all the lights off, tell me you want from me
Take my time and my
Turning you off came about so easily
not enough but it's plenty

Bleed in the black out, said that you'd be for me
Now gone and we're history
Screaming your out, say you want what's best for me
Give it up, you me

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, dead inside
What a lie
you feel alive?

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, dead inside
What a lie
you feel alive?

Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now