🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Playing God - Paramore

 Can't make my own decisions  make any with precision
 Well, maybe you  tie me up so I don't go where you don't want me
  say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
 Yeah, how could  be logical?
 Just  on cramming ideas down my throat
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
 You don't have  believe me
 But the way I,  I see it
 Next time you point  finger
 I might have to bend it 
 Or break  break it off
  time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror
 
 If God's the game that you're 
 Well, we must get  acquainted
 Because it has to be so lonely... to be the only one who's 
  just my humble opinion, but it's one that I believe in
 You don't  a point of view, if the only thing you see is you
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
 You don't have to  me
 But  way I, way I see it
 Next time you point  finger
 I might have to bend  back
 Or break it, break it 
 Next time you point a finger... I'll point you  the mirror
 
 This is the  second chance
 (I'll  you to the mirror)
  half as good as it gets
 (I'll point  to the mirror)
 I'm on  sides of the fence
 (I'll point you to the 
 Without a hint of regret...  hold you to it
 
 I know you don't  me
  the way I, way I see it
 Next time you point a 
 I might have to bend  back
 Or break it, break  off
 Next time you point a  I'll point you to the mirror
 
 I know you  believe me
 But the way I,  I see it
 Next time you point a 
 I might  to bend it back
  break it, break it off
 Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to  mirror