Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

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

Devastated and I it, see your eyes are insane
Gray and dissipated building just like rust on a chain
echo in the things you say
You killed the heart but you left the brain

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

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 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 promises, all were fake
Shot your 44 words with aim
You might've killed the heart but you left the

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

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

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

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, dead inside
a wonderful lie
Don't you alive?

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

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

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

Whoa, what you got to
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