Luyện nghe bài hát Mara and Me

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

I don't suck much at least those dudes
Have no illusions of and hopelessness

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

I'm just one man with no and no friends
God, in dank 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 through irony and self-deprecation
I can't deny myself being alive through my

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

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

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

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