Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

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

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

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

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

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, you're inside
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 44 caliber words with aim
You might've killed the heart but you the brain

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

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

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

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

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

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