Luyện nghe bài hát Playing God

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

You say that I been
That I'm not simply aging
Yeah, how that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas my throat

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

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

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

It's my humble opinion
But one that I believe in
You don't deserve a of view
If the only you see is you

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

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

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

I'm on both of the fence
(I'll you to the mirror)
Without a hint of
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 bend it
Or it, break it off

Next you point a finger
point you to the mirror

I know you believe 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
point you to the mirror