Luyện nghe bài hát Fire

The flower grew the
Displaying of his
The motive clear
But you wouldn't

Now getting on like fire
With matchsticks in our
And the money men are
yes men to their sides

The audience
With a of clothing
But never even see
The nature of illusion

Now we're getting on like
burn it to the ground
And the warning it so clear
But I see the signs

a plate in my head
There's a chip in my