Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

1: Slug]
See the police man, the lonely man
How do you think he his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he
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 from carrying the
and constipated
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding that thin between the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, tryin to to
Wishin you could find a door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my
Ill die to pull the plug on your

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

[Verse 2:
Can you see
She spends her whole day in a
Livin her time in the life that she prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her existence
But if they only
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop comin through
Comin'
At a loss for
through 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 strolls through Muddy
And slaughters sons & daughters and mothers and fathers
little *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that movie
And someday, oneday, the credits roll
She'll a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what depth touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line between and deep

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

3: Slug]
He used to write his and recite his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his
After doin for years, gettin respect from peers
the ego, lookin at these people like *they* weird
Road trips, turn to head
Became a hunger for sedatives and ettiqute
Optimism needs to feed off
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a
sell well but still undergound
Travels to town
Holdin hands fans that love his sound
When it around *let*s hope you can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might it
When he stops to the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now stands only the of a man
Havin a hard time life on a drumroll
Walkin high-wire, passin it off is humble
But it's a line,between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, he can go home & read to his child
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, ignorance wrapped inside of
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped of innocence
but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to it to the cross*ings*

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