Luyện nghe bài hát Brixton

Started off as I in a ball of flame
out on your sentiment, it's all in vain
Shot your 44 caliber with aim
You might've killed the heart but you left the

Devastated and I hate it, see your eyes are
Gray and dissipated building just rust on a chain drained
Dislocated in the things you say
You might've killed the heart but you the brain

Your words are me sick
No lies, enough with your rhetoric

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, you're inside
What a lie
Don't you feel

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, you're inside
What a lie
Don't you alive?

Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now

Cut me off at the pass, as a
Crashing down from promises, all were fake
Shot your 44 caliber words aim
You might've killed the heart but you left the

Formulated and I'm to withstand the pain
Wave of generated from the edge of a blade
Feigned, echo in the things you say
You might have the heart but you left the brain

words are making me sick
No lies, enough with your rhetoric

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, dead inside
What a lie
Don't you alive?

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, you're dead
a wonderful lie
Don't you feel

Switch all the lights off, tell me you want from me
my time and my energy
Turning you off came about so easily
It's not enough but plenty

Bleed in the black out, said that you'd be for me
Now you're gone and we're
Screaming lungs out, say you want what's best for me
Give it up, you me

Whoa, you got to hide?
Whoa, you're dead
a wonderful lie
Don't you feel

Whoa, what you got to
Whoa, dead inside
a wonderful lie
Don't you alive?

Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now
Cut away, cut it all now