Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city of clueless blues
Pays the and no man's news
Blades will fade from blood to
The heroin's cut these fuses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

English boys without names
stones instead of chains
Hearts and minds, and U.S.
changed

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