Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

1: Slug]
See the man, notice the lonely man
How do you he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind shades
the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous
Overbearing and jaded carrying the weight
and constipated
And its all covered player hated,funnelled and
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 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 just find
And I might just love somebody
And I just might just feel
And I might 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 nothing, comes & goes she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole
But if only knew
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop comin through
across
At a for dialouge
through the fog
With her closed & her mind gone
And now she in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she kills us
I'm impressed the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would snapped from the overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and mothers and fathers
Lovely *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee
And someday, oneday, when the credits
hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what awake touches sleep
me walk the thin line between shallow and deep

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

3: Slug]
He used to write his rhymes and his lines all the time
Sometimes he'd make up right off the top of his mind
After doin for years, gettin respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at people like *they* weird
Road trips, to head trips
a hunger for sedatives and essentric ettiqute
Optimism needs to feed off
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or felt a thing
Records sell well but undergound
Travels to town
hands with fans that love his sound
When it around *let*s hope you can enjoy it
Don't down momentum, afraid he might destroy it
When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they
That here now stands only the of a man
Havin a hard time life on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is
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 butt in the
Locked the and slit both of his wrists backstage

(2X)]

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

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