🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Playing God - Paramore

 Can't make my own decisions or  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  that be logical?
 Just keep on cramming  down my throat
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
  don't have to believe me
 But  way I, way I see it
 Next time you  a finger
 I might have to bend it 
 Or break it, break it 
 Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to  mirror
 
 If  the game that you're playing
  we must get more acquainted
 Because it has to be so lonely... to  the only one who's holy
 It's just my humble opinion, but it's one that I  in
 You don't deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see  you
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
 You don't have  believe me
  the way I, way I see it
 Next time  point a finger
  might have to bend it back
 Or  it, break it off
 Next time you point a finger...  point you to the mirror
 
 This is the last  chance
 (I'll point you  the mirror)
 I'm half  good as it gets
 (I'll  you to the mirror)
 I'm on both sides of  fence
 (I'll point you  the mirror)
 Without a  of regret... I'll hold you to it
 
 I know you  believe me
 But the  I, way I see it
 Next time you  a finger
 I might have to  it back
  break it, break it off
 Next time  point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror
 
 I know you  believe me
 But the way I, way I  it
 Next time you  a finger
 I might  to bend it back
 Or break it, break  off
 Next time you point a finger... I'll point  to the mirror