Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city shoes of blues
the views and no man's news
Blades will from blood to sport
The heroin's cut these short

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

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

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

boys without your names
Riot like again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
Well pretty

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

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

The case for war you spin and
The cells you fill screen feed
The girls you breed, the that you write
The graceless charm of your snipes

The moving and suburbanites
And smithereens got 'em heights
Modern times come me down
The battle lines are drawn across this

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 days of rage, yeah, changed
More pretty