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 his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those
Feel the summer's crest,
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from the weight
and constipated
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding that thin line between the and the sun
And I don't hate you, to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap door to escape
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my
Ill die to pull the plug on machine

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

2: Slug]
Can you see
She spends her whole day in a
Livin her time in the life that she would
& she nothing, comes & goes she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her existence
But if only knew
About the thoughts that she can't to stop from comin through
Comin'
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 us repeatedly
I'm with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies and fathers
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 souls
Then know what depth awake touches sleep
me walk the thin line between shallow and deep

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

3: Slug]
He used to his rhymes 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
Killed the ego, lookin at people like *they* weird
Road trips, to head trips
Became a hunger for and essentric ettiqute
Optimism to feed off self-esteem
But it as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a thing
Records well but still undergound
Travels to town
Holdin hands with that love his sound
When it comes around *let*s you can enjoy it
Don't slow down momentum, he might destroy it
When he to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
here now stands only the shadow of a man
Havin a hard time with on a drumroll
that high-wire, passin it off is humble
But it's a thin line,between and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go & read to his child
But tonight's the day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and slit of his wrists backstage

(2X)]

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

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