Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city of clueless blues
the views and no man's news
Blades will fade from to sport
The heroin's cut fuses short

Smokers rode a pig
and frame, this pain I think
I'm melting silver poles my
You bleed your wings and disappear

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

Parisian without your names
Ghetto stones of chains
Talk 'em 'cause it's up in flames
And nothing's

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

In school, I would bite my tongue
And now words, they strike me down
The flags are false and they
point and click which wounds to lick

On avenues, this Christian
its heart to more needles please
Our roll back and we beg for more
It this skin and then underscore

The case for war you and bleed
The cells you fill savers feed
The girls you breed, the soaps you write
The graceless charm of your snipes

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

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

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