Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

The moving scenes and pilot
have got 'em scaling heights
Modern times come talk me
And battle lines are drawn across this

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

Parisian boys without your
Riot like 1968
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
pretty flames

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

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

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

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

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

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