Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city shoes of clueless
Pays the views and no news
Blades will fade blood to sport
The heroin's cut fuses short

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

The moving scenes and lights
have got 'em scaling heights
Modern times talk me down
And lines are drawn across this town

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

Parisian boys without your
Riot 1968 again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's
pretty flames

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

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

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

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

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

And English boys your names
Riot like the 1980's
The days of rage, yeah, changed
More pretty