Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In shoes of clueless blues
Pays the and no man's news
Blades will fade from to sport
The heroin's cut these short

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

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

boys without your names
Ghetto instead of chains
Talk 'em down it's up in flames
And changed

Parisian boys without your
Riot 1968 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 breeze
its heart to more needles please
Our eyes roll back and we beg for
It this skin and then underscore

The for war you spin and bleed
The cells you screen savers feed
The girls you breed, the soaps that you
The graceless charm of your snipes

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

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

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