Luyện nghe bài hát Playing God

I can't make my own
Or make any precision
Well, maybe you tie me up
So I don't go where you want me

You say I been changing
That I'm not just simply
Yeah, how could be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my

Oh, oh, oh, oh
You have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you a finger
I might to bend it back
Or it, break it off

Next you point a finger
I'll point you to the

If God's the game that playing
Well, we must get acquainted
Because it has to be so
To be the only one holy

just my humble opinion
But one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of
If the thing you see is you

Oh, oh, oh, oh
You don't have to me
But the way I, way I see it
time you point a finger
I might to bend it back
Or it, break it off

Next time you a finger
I'll point you to the

This is the last chance
(I'll you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it
(I'll you to the mirror)

I'm on sides of the fence
(I'll you to the mirror)
a hint of regret
I'll you to it

I know you don't me
But the way I, way I see it
time you point a finger
I might have to bend it
Or break it, it off

time you point a finger
I'll point you to the

I know you believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next you point a finger
I might to bend it back
Or break it, it off

Next time you a finger
I'll you to the mirror