Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

[Verse 1:
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 squints at the from behind those shades
Feel the crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin begins to
Its the surface the nervous mess
Overbearing and from carrying the weight
and constipated
And its all covered player hated,funnelled and
Into the of one man with a gun
that thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't you, tryin to relate to
you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my
Ill die to the plug on your machine

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

2: Slug]
Can you see
She spends her whole day in a
Livin her in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & goes she
Surroundings to her whole existence
But if only knew
About the thoughts she can't seem to stop from comin through
across
At a loss for
Walkin the fog
With her closed & her mind gone
And now she lives in the films that she
And that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I snapped 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 castaway
Masturbating in back of that movie
And someday, oneday, when the credits
She'll hold a pocket full of for the ignorant souls
we'll know what depth awake touches sleep
Make me the thin line between shallow and deep

(2X)]
And I just just 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 rhymes and recite his lines all the
Sometimes he'd make them up off the top of his mind
doin shows for years, gettin respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these like *they* weird
Road trips, turn to head
Became a for sedatives and essentric ettiqute
needs to feed off self-esteem
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 that his sound
When it comes around hope you can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, afraid he destroy it
When he stops to the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now stands 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, he can go home & read to his child
But tonight's the day, put the butt in the ashtray
the door and slit both of his wrists backstage

(2X)]

[Outro:
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*,
Encore, ignorance inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards renaissance
Encore, wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards renaissance
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of
but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncin' off the just tryin to make it to the cross*ings*

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