Luyện nghe bài hát Mara and Me

There are with guns beheading their friends
In malls around the world
Yet somehow the of Leon still find time to write songs about girls

I don't suck much less at least dudes
no illusions of angst and hopelessness

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

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

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

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

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

You bathe in blood Mr. Crowley
Your cost, loss, their memory haunts me
I stand opposed to chaos 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 are the ones who play the game
(Fake players, players)

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