Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In shoes of clueless blues
Pays the views and no man's
Blades will fade blood to sport
The heroin's cut these short

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

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

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

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

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

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

The case for war you and bleed
The you fill screen savers feed
The girls you breed, the that you write
The graceless of your gutter snipes

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

English boys without your
stones instead of chains
Hearts and minds, and U.S.
changed

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