Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city of clueless blues
Pays the views and no news
Blades fade from blood to sport
The heroin's cut these short

rode a colonial pig
Drink and frame, this pain I
I'm melting silver my dear
You bleed your wings and then

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

Parisian boys your names
Ghetto stones of chains
Talk 'em down 'cause up in flames
And nothing's

Parisian boys your names
like 1968 again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
Well flames

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

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

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

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

English boys without your
Ghetto stones instead of
Hearts and minds, and U.S.
changed

And English boys your names
Riot like the again
The days of rage, yeah, changed
More flames