Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

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

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

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

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

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, dead 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 were
Shot 44 caliber words with aim
You killed the heart but you left the brain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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