Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city shoes of clueless
Pays the views and no man's
Blades will from blood to sport
The cut these fuses short

rode a colonial pig
Drink and frame, this pain I
I'm melting poles my dear
You bleed your wings and then

The moving scenes and pilot
Smithereens have got 'em scaling
Modern times talk me down
And battle are drawn across this town

Parisian without your names
Ghetto stones instead of
'em down 'cause it's up in flames
And changed

Parisian boys without your
Riot like 1968
The days of rage, yeah, changed
Well pretty

In school, I would bite my tongue
And now your words, strike me down
The are false and they contradict
They point and which wounds to lick

On avenues, Christian breeze
its heart to more needles please
Our eyes roll back and we beg for
It frays this and then underscore

The case for war you and bleed
The cells you fill savers feed
The girls you breed, the soaps that you
The graceless of your gutter snipes

The scenes and suburbanites
And smithereens got 'em heights
times come talk me down
The battle lines are across this town

English boys your names
stones instead of chains
Hearts and minds, and U.S.
Nothing's

And English without your names
Riot the 1980's again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
More pretty