Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city of clueless blues
Pays the views and no news
Blades will from blood to sport
The cut these fuses short

Smokers a colonial pig
Drink and frame, this I think
I'm silver poles my dear
You bleed your and then disappear

The scenes and pilot lights
have got 'em scaling heights
Modern come talk me down
And battle lines are drawn this town

Parisian boys without names
Ghetto stones instead of
Talk 'em down 'cause up in flames
And changed

boys without your names
Riot 1968 again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
pretty flames

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

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

The for war you spin and bleed
The cells you fill screen feed
The you breed, the soaps that you write
The charm of your gutter snipes

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

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

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