Luyện nghe bài hát False Flags

In city shoes of blues
the views and no man's news
Blades will fade blood to sport
The heroin's cut fuses short

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

The moving and pilot lights
have got 'em scaling heights
Modern times come me down
And battle lines are across this town

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

Parisian boys your names
Riot like 1968
The days of rage, yeah, nothing's
pretty flames

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

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

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

The scenes and suburbanites
And smithereens got 'em heights
times come talk me down
The battle lines are drawn across town

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

And English boys without your
like the 1980's again
The of rage, yeah, nothing's changed
pretty flames