Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

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

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

Parisian without your names
Riot 1968 again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
Well flames

In school, I would just my tongue
And now words, they strike me down
The are false and they contradict
They point and which wounds to lick

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

The for war you spin and bleed
The cells you fill screen savers
The you breed, the soaps that you write
The charm of your gutter snipes

The scenes and suburbanites
And smithereens got 'em heights
times come talk me down
The lines are drawn across this town

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

And boys without your names
like the 1980's again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's
pretty flames