Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

[Verse 1:
See the police man, the lonely man
How do you he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he
When he squints at the line from behind those
the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the surface sweat the mess
Overbearing and jaded carrying the weight
Irritated and
And its all covered player hated,funnelled and
the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that line between the program and the sun
And I don't you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap 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 might just feel somebody
And I just might kill myself (somebody)

[Verse 2:
Can you see
She spends her day in a theater
Livin her time in the life she would prefer
& she nothing, comes & goes she wishes
Surroundings to her whole existence
But if they knew
About the thoughts that she can't to stop from comin through
Comin'
At a loss for
through the fog
With her eyes closed & her mind
And now she lives in the films she sees
And daydreams she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she
If it was me, I snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee
And someday, oneday, the credits roll
She'll a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what depth awake touches
Make me the thin line between shallow and deep

(2X)]
And I just might find somebody
And I just just love somebody
And I just might just 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 these people like *they*
Road trips, turn to trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric
Optimism to feed off self-esteem
But it seems as if he see it or hasn't felt a thing
Records sell well but still
Travels to town
hands with fans that love his sound
When it comes around hope you can enjoy it
Don't slow momentum, afraid he might destroy it
When he to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now stands the shadow of a man
Havin a time with life on a drumroll
Walkin high-wire, passin it off is humble
But it's a line,between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & read to his
But tonight's the last day, put the 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 inside of innocence
Nothing but for the music and its offspring
Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to make it to the

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