Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In shoes of clueless blues
Pays the views and no man's
Blades fade from blood to sport
The heroin's cut these fuses

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

The moving and pilot lights
Smithereens have got 'em scaling
Modern times talk me down
And battle lines are drawn across town

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

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

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

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

The case for war you and bleed
The cells you fill screen savers
The girls you breed, the that you write
The graceless charm of your snipes

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

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

And English boys without names
Riot the 1980's again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
More pretty