Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

1: Slug]
See the police man, the lonely man
How do you think he his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he
When he squints at the line from behind shades
the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the surface sweat the mess
and jaded from carrying the weight
Irritated and
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding that thin line between the and the sun
And I hate you, tryin to relate to
you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my
Ill die to the plug on your machine

(2X)]
And I just might find somebody
And I might just love somebody
And I just might feel somebody
And I might just kill myself (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, comes & she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole
But if only knew
About the thoughts that she can't seem to from comin through
across
At a for dialouge
Walkin the fog
With her eyes & her mind gone
And now she lives in the that she sees
And daydreams that she us repeatedly
I'm with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer
of waitin for the day she through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and mothers and fathers
Lovely little castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of matinee movie
And someday, oneday, when the credits
hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what depth touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line between shallow and

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

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

(2X)]

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

I might just....
I might just....
I might just....[fade out]