Luyện nghe bài hát Playing God

I can't my own decisions
Or make any with
Well, you should tie me up
So I don't go where you want me

You say that I changing
That I'm not simply aging
Yeah, how that be logical?
keep on cramming ideas down my throat

Oh, oh, oh, oh
You have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
time you point a finger
I have to bend it back
Or it, break it off

Next time you a finger
I'll you to the mirror

If God's the game that playing
Well, we must get more
it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's

It's my humble opinion
But it's one I believe in
You don't a point of view
If the only you see is you

Oh, oh, oh, oh
You have to believe me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a
I might have to bend it
Or it, break it off

Next you point a finger
I'll point you to the

This is the last chance
(I'll you to the mirror)
I'm half as good as it
(I'll you to the mirror)

I'm on both of the fence
(I'll you to the mirror)
Without a of regret
I'll you to it

I know you don't me
But the way I, way I see it
Next time you a finger
I might to bend it back
Or it, break it off

Next you point a finger
point you to the mirror

I know you believe me
But the way I, way I see it
time you point a finger
I have to bend it back
Or break it, it off

Next you point a finger
point you to the mirror