Luyện nghe bài hát Mara and Me

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

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

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

I'm just one man with no and no friends
God, in this Brooklyn bar I can feel it again, it's eating me
Wait a second, I sing the same damn song over and over again

I can't myself through irony and self-deprecation
I can't deny myself being alive 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 and the twisted web they weave
I contend that the coming holocaust will be of who choose to believe
Anything but a sense of self
Hang alone in the attic tied up tightly with your father's

You bathe in like Mr. Crowley
Your cost, their loss, their memory me
I stand 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)

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