Luyện nghe bài hát Playing God

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

You say that I changing
That I'm not just simply
Yeah, how could that be
Just keep on cramming ideas my throat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm on both of the fence
(I'll you to the mirror)
Without a of regret
I'll you to it

I you don't believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next you point a finger
I might have to it back
Or break it, it off

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

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

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