Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

(What it tis it taint, & What it 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 feel his What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from those shades
the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the surface the nervous mess
and jaded from carrying the weight
Irritated and
And its all covered player hated,funnelled and
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding that thin line 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 to my seedling or my sibling
Ill die to pull the plug on your

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

[Verse 2:
Can you see
She her whole day in a theater
Livin her time in the life she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & she wishes
oblivious to her whole existence
But if they only
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin
Comin'
At a for dialouge
Walkin the fog
With her eyes & her mind gone
And now she in the films that she sees
And that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the she brandishes
If it was me, I would from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls through Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and
little *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of matinee movie
And someday, oneday, when the roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant
Then we'll know depth awake touches sleep
Make me the thin line between shallow and deep

(2X)]
And I just might just somebody
And I just might just somebody
And I might just feel somebody
And I might just kill somebody (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, gettin respect from
Killed the ego, lookin at these like *they* weird
Road trips, turn to trips
Became a hunger for and essentric ettiqute
Optimism needs to feed off
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't a thing
sell well but still undergound
Travels town to
Holdin hands fans that love his sound
When it comes around *let*s hope you can 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
a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is
But it's a thin line,between and smiles
the miles, wishin he can go home & read to his child
But tonight's the last day, put the in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit both of his backstage

(2X)]

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

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