Luyện nghe bài hát Mara and Me

There are babies with guns beheading 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
no illusions of angst and hopelessness

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

I'm just one man no face and no friends
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 define myself through irony and self-deprecation
I can't myself being alive through my alienation

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

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

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

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

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