Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

The moving and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em scaling
times come talk me down
And battle lines are drawn across town

Parisian boys your names
Ghetto stones of chains
Talk 'em down 'cause up in flames
And changed

Parisian boys your names
Riot like 1968
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
Well pretty

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

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

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

The moving scenes and
And smithereens got 'em scaling
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 your
Riot the 1980's again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
More pretty