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 his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? do you think he visions
When he at the line from behind those shades
the summer's crest, overdressed
So sweat, his skin begins to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous
Overbearing and jaded carrying the weight
Irritated and
And its all covered hated,funnelled and consolidated
the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that line between the program and the sun
And I hate you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap door to escape
But if I see you, as a to my seedling or my sibling
Ill die to pull the plug on machine

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

2: Slug]
Can you see
She her whole day in a theater
Livin her time in the life that she would
& she stirs nothing, comes & she wishes
oblivious to her whole existence
But if they knew
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 mind
And now she lives in the films that she
And daydreams that she kills us
I'm with the tolerance 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
Lovely little *case*study castaway
Masturbating in back of that movie
And someday, oneday, when the credits
hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what awake touches sleep
Make me the thin line between shallow and deep

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

[Verse 3:
He used to write his rhymes and recite his all the time
Sometimes he'd make up right off the top of his mind
doin shows for years, gettin respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these people *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 see it or hasn't felt a thing
sell well but still undergound
Travels to town
Holdin hands with fans that love his
When it around *let*s hope you can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, he might destroy it
When he stops to shake the hand, I they understand
That here now only the shadow of a man
Havin a hard time with life on a
Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is
But a thin line,between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go & read to his child
But tonight's the last day, put the in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit both of his wrists

(2X)]

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

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