Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city of clueless blues
Pays the and no man's news
Blades will fade blood to sport
The cut these fuses short

Smokers rode a pig
Drink and frame, pain I think
I'm melting silver my dear
You bleed wings and then disappear

The moving and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em heights
Modern times come talk me
And battle lines are drawn across town

Parisian boys without names
stones instead of chains
Talk 'em 'cause it's up in flames
And nothing's

Parisian without your names
Riot like 1968
The days of rage, yeah, changed
pretty flames

In school, I just bite my tongue
And now your words, they me down
The flags are and they contradict
They point and click which to lick

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

The for war you spin and bleed
The you fill screen savers feed
The girls you breed, the that you write
The graceless charm of gutter snipes

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

boys without your names
Ghetto stones of chains
and minds, and U.S. planes
Nothing's

And English boys without your
like the 1980's again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's
More pretty