Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city of clueless blues
Pays the and no man's news
Blades will fade from blood to
The cut these fuses short

rode a colonial pig
Drink and frame, pain I think
I'm melting silver my dear
You bleed your wings and then

The scenes and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em scaling
Modern times come talk me
And battle lines are drawn across this

Parisian boys your names
stones instead of chains
Talk 'em down it's up in flames
And nothing's

boys without your names
Riot like 1968
The days of rage, yeah, changed
Well flames

In school, I would bite my tongue
And now your words, they me down
The flags are and they contradict
They point and click wounds to lick

On avenues, Christian breeze
Turns its heart to more please
Our eyes roll and we beg for more
It frays this skin and then

The for war you spin and bleed
The you fill screen savers feed
The girls you breed, the soaps that you
The graceless of your gutter snipes

The moving scenes and
And got 'em scaling heights
Modern come talk me down
The battle lines are across this town

English boys without names
Ghetto instead of chains
and minds, and U.S. planes
Nothing's

And boys without your names
Riot the 1980's again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
More flames