Luyện nghe bài hát Killing

Birds are above
They're called back to a glove
Oh, why don't they fly

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

Are we killing them with
Are we for the life?
them with thoughts
Can we get enough?

them, are we killing
Killing single feeling?
a trained response

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

I have some false gods
I run to them like dogs
To hide my shame, it fanned the

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

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

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

Somebody me once
Beat them they 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