Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

Smokers a colonial pig
Drink and frame, this pain I
I'm silver poles my dear
You bleed your and then disappear

The moving and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em heights
times come talk me down
And lines are drawn across this town

Parisian boys without names
Ghetto instead of chains
Talk 'em down 'cause it's up in
And nothing's

Parisian boys your names
like 1968 again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
Well flames

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

On avenues, this Christian
its heart to more needles please
Our eyes roll back and we beg for
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 you write
The graceless charm of your snipes

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

boys without your names
Ghetto stones of chains
Hearts and minds, and U.S.
changed

And boys without your names
Riot like the again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's
pretty flames