Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

Started off as I fall in a of flame
out on your sentiment, it's all in vain
Shot your 44 caliber words aim
You might've the heart but you left the brain

Devastated and I hate it, see your eyes are
Gray and building just like rust on a chain drained
echo in the things you say
You might've killed the but you left the brain

words are making me sick
No lies, enough with your rhetoric

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, you're dead
What a lie
Don't you alive?

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, dead inside
What a lie
you feel alive?

Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now

Cut me off at the pass, as a
Crashing down from your promises, all fake
Shot your 44 caliber with aim
You might've killed the but you left the brain

Formulated and I'm fated to withstand the
of generated conscience from the edge of a blade
Feigned, echo in the things you say
You might have killed the but you left the brain

words are making me sick
No more lies, enough your rhetoric

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, you're inside
What a lie
Don't you feel

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, dead inside
a wonderful lie
Don't you feel

all the lights off, tell me what you want from me
Take my time and my
Turning you heart off came about so
It's not enough but it's

Bleed in the black out, said that be there for me
Now you're gone and we're
Screaming your out, say you want what's best for me
it up, you abandoned me

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, dead inside
a wonderful lie
Don't you feel

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, dead inside
What a lie
you feel alive?

Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now