Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

[Verse 1:
See the man, notice the lonely man
How do you he keeps his head on straight?
Can you his rhythm? What 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 from carrying the weight
Irritated and
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the of one man with a gun
Riding that thin between the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, tryin to to
you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my or my sibling
Ill die to pull the plug on machine

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

2: Slug]
Can you see
She spends her 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 she can't seem to stop from comin through
across
At a for dialouge
Walkin the fog
With her closed & her mind gone
And now she lives in the films that she
And daydreams she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and mothers and fathers
Lovely little *case*study cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee
And someday, oneday, when the roll
She'll hold a pocket full of for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know depth awake touches sleep
Make me walk the thin between shallow and deep

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

[Verse 3:
He to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these people like weird
Road trips, turn to trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric
Optimism needs to feed off
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't a thing
Records well but still undergound
Travels town to
Holdin hands with fans love his sound
When it comes around *let*s you can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might it
When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they
That now stands only the shadow of a man
Havin a hard time life on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, it off is humble
But it's a thin line,between screams and
Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & to his child
But the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit of his wrists backstage

(2X)]

[Outro:
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*,
Encore, ignorance wrapped of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance wrapped 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 just just....
I just might just....[fade