Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

1: Slug]
See the man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he
When he squints at the line from behind those
Feel the summer's crest,
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the
Irritated and
And its all covered hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding that thin line the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, tryin to to
Wishin you could a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my
Ill die to pull the on your machine

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

[Verse 2:
Can you see
She spends her whole day in a
her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & she wishes
oblivious to her whole existence
But if they knew
the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through
Comin'
At a loss for
Walkin the fog
With her eyes closed & her gone
And now she lives in the films that she
And daydreams she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she
If it was me, I would snapped the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and mothers and fathers
Lovely little *case*study cutie
Masturbating in back of matinee movie
And someday, oneday, the credits roll
She'll hold a pocket of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then know what depth awake touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line shallow and deep

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

[Verse 3:
He used to write his rhymes and recite his all the time
Sometimes he'd them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, gettin from peers
Killed the ego, at these people like *they* weird
Road trips, turn to head
Became a for sedatives and essentric ettiqute
needs to feed off self-esteem
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a
Records well but still undergound
Travels to town
hands with fans that love his sound
When it around *let*s hope you can enjoy it
Don't down momentum, afraid he might destroy it
When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they
That here now only the shadow of a man
Havin a hard with life on a drumroll
that high-wire, passin it off is humble
But it's a thin line,between and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go & read to his child
But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the
the door and slit both of his wrists backstage

(2X)]

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

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