Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

1: Slug]
See the police man, the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his head on
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he
When he at the line from behind those shades
Feel the crest, overdressed
So sweat, his skin begins to chafe
Its the surface the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the
Irritated and
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my or my sibling
Ill die to the plug on your machine

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

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

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

3: Slug]
He used to write his rhymes and his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, gettin respect peers
Killed the ego, lookin at people like *they* weird
Road trips, to head trips
Became a for sedatives and essentric ettiqute
Optimism needs to feed off
But it seems as if he see it or hasn't felt a thing
Records sell well but undergound
Travels to town
Holdin hands fans that love his sound
When it comes around *let*s hope you can it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might it
he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
That now stands only the shadow of a man
Havin a hard time life on a drumroll
that high-wire, passin it off is humble
But it's a line,between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, he can go home & 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 inside of
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of
but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to make it to the

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