Luyện nghe bài hát Playing God

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

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

Oh, oh, oh, oh
You don't to 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 point a
point you to the mirror

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

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

Oh, oh, oh, oh
You don't to 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

time 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 sides of the fence
(I'll you to the mirror)
Without a hint of
I'll you to it

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

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

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

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