Luyện nghe bài hát Battle Lines

Raise my eye, to lie the surface
my fingers, upon the virgin sand
Drag my belly, the open danger
few could understand

Blood in my moral fiber
Reached out, but its never back
Reclaimed by a high hipster
Reaching for his side

Who knew the famed grey gangster
beating bout the only thing
Winning money winning the war
You redraw the lines

Further over, I spied the weaker
eyes on design
Raised his head up, and cried they had caught him
The blues the same as mine

in the natural order
You best dive if you the hive
When the tide bringing you down
You like a tiger shark

Who knew about the famed gangster
Heart beating bout the thing
money ain't winning the war
You redraw the battle

Blood stain in my moral
Reached out, but its never been
Reclaimed by a high grade
Reaching for his side

Who knew about the famed grey
Heart beating bout the only
Winning money ain't the war
You redraw the lines