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 heroin's cut these short

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

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

Parisian boys your names
Ghetto stones instead of
Talk 'em down it's up in flames
And nothing's

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

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

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 spin and
The cells you screen savers feed
The girls you breed, the soaps you write
The graceless charm of your gutter

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

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

And English boys your names
Riot like the again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
More flames