Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

(What it tis it taint, & it taint it tis
Its the of where we're goin')

[Verse 1:
See the police man, notice the man
How do you think he keeps his head on
Can you his rhythm? What do you think he visions
he squints at the line from behind those shades
Feel the crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous
Overbearing and from carrying the weight
and constipated
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the of one man with a gun
Riding thin line between the program and the sun
And I hate you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap door to through
But if I see you, as a threat to my or my sibling
Ill die to pull the on your machine

(2X)]
And I just might just somebody
And I just might love somebody
And I just just feel somebody
And I just might kill myself (somebody)

[Verse 2:
Can you see
She her whole day in a theater
her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & goes she
Surroundings to her whole existence
But if only knew
About the thoughts she can't seem to stop from comin through
Comin'
At a for dialouge
Walkin the fog
With her eyes closed & her mind
And now she lives in the films she sees
And that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and
Lovely *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of matinee movie
And someday, oneday, the credits roll
She'll a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll what depth awake touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line between shallow and

(2X)]
And I just might find somebody
And I just might just somebody
And I just might feel somebody
And I just might just kill (my body)

3: Slug]
He used to write his and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, gettin respect from
Killed the ego, lookin at these people *they* weird
Road trips, to head trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric
Optimism needs to feed off
But it as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a thing
Records well but still undergound
town to town
Holdin hands with fans love his sound
When it comes around *let*s hope you can it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might it
When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they
That here now stands the shadow of a man
Havin a hard time with on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, it off is humble
But it's a thin line,between and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & to his child
But the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit both of his backstage

(2X)]

[Outro:
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*,
Encore, wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance wrapped of innocence
Nothing but love for the music and its
Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to it to the cross*ings*

I might just....
I just just....
I just might just....[fade