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

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

The moving scenes and pilot
Smithereens have got 'em scaling
Modern times talk me down
And battle lines are drawn this town

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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