🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Playing God - Paramore

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