Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

The moving scenes and lights
Smithereens have got 'em heights
Modern come talk me down
And battle lines are drawn across town

Parisian without your names
Ghetto stones of chains
Talk 'em down it's up in flames
And changed

Parisian boys without names
like 1968 again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
Well flames

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

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

The case for war you spin and
The cells you fill screen savers
The girls you breed, the that you write
The graceless charm of your gutter

The moving and suburbanites
And got 'em scaling heights
times come talk me down
The battle are drawn across this town

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

And English boys without your
like the 1980's again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
pretty flames