Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

Smokers rode a pig
and frame, this pain I think
I'm melting silver poles my
You bleed your wings and then

The moving scenes and pilot
have got 'em scaling heights
Modern times come me down
And battle lines are across this town

Parisian boys your names
Ghetto instead of chains
Talk 'em 'cause it's up in flames
And changed

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

In school, I would just 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 Christian
Turns its heart to needles please
Our eyes back and we beg for more
It frays this skin and underscore

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

The moving scenes and
And got 'em scaling heights
Modern times come talk me
The battle lines are drawn across town

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

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