Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

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

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

Parisian without your names
Riot like again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
pretty flames

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

On avenues, this Christian
Turns its heart to more needles
Our eyes roll 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 girls you breed, the soaps you write
The charm of your gutter snipes

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

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

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