Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

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

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

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

Whoa, you got to hide?
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

in the black out, said that you'd be there 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, what you got to
Whoa, you're dead
What a lie
you feel alive?

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, you're 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