Luyện nghe bài hát Mara and Me

There are babies with beheading their friends
In shopping malls around the
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs girls

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

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

I'm one man with no face and no friends
God, in this dank Brooklyn bar I can 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 irony and
I can't deny myself being alive my alienation

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

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

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

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

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