Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

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

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

words are making me sick
No more lies, enough your rhetoric

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

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

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 fake
your 44 caliber words with aim
You might've killed the heart but you the brain

Formulated and I'm fated to the pain
Wave of generated conscience from the of a blade
Feigned, echo in the things you say
You might have killed the but you left the brain

words are making me sick
No more lies, enough with your

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

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

all the lights off, tell me what you want from me
Take my and my energy
Turning you heart off about so easily
It's not enough but plenty

Bleed in the black out, said that you'd be for me
Now you're gone and we're
your lungs 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
Don't you feel

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