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 man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you he visions
he squints at the line from behind those shades
Feel the summer's crest,
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from the weight
and constipated
And its all covered hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding that thin between the program and the sun
And I hate you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a door to escape through
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 just find
And I just might love somebody
And I just might just feel
And I just might just myself (somebody)

2: Slug]
Can you see
She spends her whole day in a
her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her existence
But if they only
About the that she can't seem to stop from comin through
across
At a for dialouge
Walkin the fog
her eyes closed & her mind gone
And now she in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the she brandishes
If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer
of for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and
little *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that movie
And someday, oneday, when the roll
She'll hold a pocket of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what awake touches sleep
Make me walk the line between shallow and deep

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

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

(2X)]

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

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