Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

The moving and pilot lights
have 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 changed

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

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

On avenues, this Christian
Turns its heart to needles 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 savers
The girls you breed, the soaps you write
The graceless of your gutter snipes

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

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

And English boys your names
Riot like the again
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's
More flames