Luyện nghe bài hát Mara and Me

There are babies with guns beheading their
In shopping around the world
Yet the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs about girls

I don't suck much less at those dudes
Have no of angst and hopelessness

And if I revolutionary or I give to charity
They'll all it's a plea for someone like me
Disgusted with lies and cut down by own beatnik poetry

I'm just one man with no face and no
God, in this Brooklyn bar I can feel it again, it's eating me
Wait a second, I can't the same damn song over and over again

I can't define myself irony and self-deprecation
I can't deny myself alive through my alienation

Everything that you do keeps me back to you
Can't give up, live the dream if I don't believe
We can't afford to surrender, we can't

players and the twisted web they weave
I contend that the coming holocaust be of those who choose to believe
but a phallic sense of self
Hang alone in the attic tied up tightly your father's belt

You bathe in blood like Mr.
Your cost, their loss, memory haunts me
I opposed to chaos that you chose
New heart, new bones, am I not

Fake players are the ones who the game
(You're the flame, you're the flame, on)
Fake players are the ones who the game
(Fake players, players)

players are the ones who play the game
(You're the flame, the flame, come on)
Fake are the ones who play the game
(Fake players)