Luyện nghe bài hát Killing

Birds are above
They're called to a waiting glove
Oh, why don't fly away?

Surely they guessed by now
is no gun to shoot them down
And still they for what they say

Are we them with lies?
Are we fighting for the
Killing them with
Can we never get

them, are we killing
Killing every feeling?
It's a response

Birds are above
called back to a waiting glove
This sordid game, it my name

I worshiped some false gods
I run to them like Pavlovs
To my shame, it fanned the flame

Are we them with lies?
Are we fighting for the
Killing them thoughts
Can we get enough?

Killing them, are we
Killing every single
It's a trained

all preset to reset to die, to die
We're all preset to to die
all preset to reset to die

Somebody me once
Beat them 'til start to get used to it
thing, theyre lining up

Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we it?

Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we