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, notice the man
How do you think he keeps his head on
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you he visions
When he squints at the line from those shades
Feel the summer's crest,
So sweat, his skin begins to chafe
Its the sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded carrying the weight
Irritated and
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the of one man with a gun
Riding that thin line the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, to relate to
Wishin you could a trap door to escape 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 find somebody
And I just might just love
And I might just feel somebody
And I might just kill myself (somebody)

2: Slug]
Can you see
She her whole day in a theater
her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, & goes she wishes
Surroundings to her whole existence
But if they only
About the thoughts that she can't to stop from comin through
across
At a loss for
through the fog
With her eyes closed & her 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 the sheer overanxiousness
of for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies and fathers
little *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee
And someday, oneday, when the roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant
Then we'll know what depth awake sleep
Make me walk the thin line between shallow and

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

[Verse 3:
He used to write his and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes make them up right off the top of his mind
After shows for years, gettin respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these people like *they*
Road trips, to head trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric
Optimism needs to off self-esteem
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a
Records sell well but undergound
Travels to town
Holdin hands with that 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 they understand
That here now only the shadow of a man
a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, it off is humble
But a thin line,between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & read to his
But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the
Locked the door and slit both of his wrists

(2X)]

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

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