Luyện nghe bài hát Stockholm Syndrome

Welcome to the of fake reality
Where you can believe what you hear
Or what you see
It's like the coliseum at the games
With the Roman Emperor being

A flick of the wrists that will seal fate
A flick of the wrists that will seal your

A flick of the wrist and through
And there's no telling what they do
Now they've captured soul
Oh, you're under

They've captured soul
And they won't give it back 'til you

Setting and fashions which must be obeyed
With their stories and lies they decide the way portrayed
You only see what want you to see and nothing else
You see what they want you to see and nothing else

A flick of the and you're through
And no telling what they might do
Now they've captured soul
Oh, under control

They've captured soul
And they won't give it back you plead

Nothing ever happens, so why are you
Nothing ever happens, so why are you
Nothing happens, so why are you watching
Nothing ever happens, so why are you

They've captured your soul and won't give it back
No they won't give it back, no they won't give it