Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

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

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

Parisian boys your names
like 1968 again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
pretty flames

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

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

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

The moving and suburbanites
And smithereens got 'em scaling
Modern come talk me down
The battle lines are drawn across town

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

And English without your names
Riot like the again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's
More flames