Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In shoes of clueless blues
Pays the views and no news
Blades will from blood to sport
The cut these fuses short

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

The scenes and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em heights
Modern times talk me down
And battle lines are across this town

boys without your names
Ghetto stones of chains
Talk 'em down 'cause up in flames
And changed

Parisian boys without your
Riot like again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
Well pretty

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

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

The case for war you and bleed
The cells you fill savers feed
The you breed, the soaps that you write
The graceless of your gutter snipes

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

English boys your names
Ghetto stones instead of
Hearts and minds, and U.S.
Nothing's

And English boys without names
Riot like the again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
pretty flames