Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

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

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

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

Parisian boys without names
Ghetto stones of chains
Talk 'em 'cause it's up in flames
And changed

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

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

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

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

The moving scenes and
And smithereens got 'em scaling
Modern come talk me down
The lines are drawn across this town

English boys without your
Ghetto stones instead of
Hearts and minds, and U.S.
changed

And English without your names
Riot like the 1980's
The days of rage, yeah, changed
More flames