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 rhythm? What do you he visions
When he squints at the line from those shades
Feel the summer's crest,
So much sweat, his begins to chafe
Its the sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from the weight
Irritated and
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding that line between the program and the sun
And I hate you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap door to through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my
Ill die to pull the on your machine

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

[Verse 2:
Can you see
She spends her day in a theater
Livin her time in the life that she would
& she stirs nothing, comes & she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole
But if only knew
About the thoughts that she seem to stop from comin through
across
At a for dialouge
Walkin the fog
With her closed & her mind gone
And now she lives in the that she sees
And daydreams she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she
If it was me, I would snapped 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 matinee
And someday, oneday, when the credits
She'll hold a pocket of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then know what depth awake 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 just might feel somebody
And I just just kill somebody (my body)

3: Slug]
He used to write his rhymes and his lines all the time
he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, gettin from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these like *they* weird
Road trips, to head trips
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 a thing
Records well but still undergound
Travels to town
Holdin hands with fans that his sound
When it comes *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 now stands only the shadow of a man
Havin a hard with life on a drumroll
that high-wire, passin it off is humble
But a thin line,between screams 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 wrapped inside of
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of
Nothing but for the music and its offspring
off the boxsprings just tryin to make it to the cross*ings*

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