Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint
Black marketed fresh canons, forget me not
Epitaph, airbrush with
White T's, beaters, button up, reattach flesh

In between the lines, of the law
Underneath the we dig our foundations
We the globe trying to find a pattern to break the mold
With a to feed theres nowhere we wont go

But what if caught?
They Im a snitch
Shot at the point
Found his throat slit

spray paint on the teleprompter
(But what if caught?)
Anchorman screams that hes a monster
(They Im a snitch)
Mayday, theres on his shirt
(Shot at the point)
Mayday, they say that hes gone

Sometimes, I wanna shut out this world
Wanna rip up this
Wanna pour out this
Wanna get up on stage

And my lips percussion
And my fists the rage
And I pound on this
Till it me something to say

Then I about things
That Ive seen right in of me
That I dont wanna
Gimme one of mikes

Let me let em the way that it is
Is not how its be
Not if we dont let em get of us
The tensions, no threat

Its just a across the path
That we're already to walk
Rock solid footsteps, let em put up
And prove that it isnt possible, fuck

We dont give em any
True liberty and freedoms at
Peace never become pass
my life until my last day

It was half-past eight in the bat
When the cracks in the collapsed
And gave way to in the pavement
Mayday,

Put it on
For the and messengers
Cause this is a
the fuck are the rescue workers?

Not far off, on a cop car
In the with a Pop-Tart
Sipping liquor in the bar
Everyone climb to the frontline, lunchtimes

All hands on deck to pull, survivors the landfill
Onlookers, passers-by brush off shoulders
Shake off that
Break free your standstill

of a better world, causes we understand
Failures we to occur
And bring for our sins
(In the lines, outside of the law)
Safety from the crowds in the on the run
(Underneath the veil)

We our own Cider House Rules
To keep rituals that prove their worth
Search for we can trust
Rhythms we can lock

This is madness, salvage teams can't
Hope, its damaged or broken compassion
Not rope in the van
When is collapsing, our mode of action

Broadcast through the glass, all we can
with the plastic scraps from the salad
Hoping to balance, invalidated
And on 4:3 aspects

Just ballast for sadness, shattered
Are standard fare for and channels stare
No abracadabras, no faster or mantras for disasters
or plastered, we got it all backwards
Do you know the faction backing?

Its man down, another mother gone
Child drowned, another silenced
Solitude, another kind of
I you, another strung along

Missing in
page is blackened burned
Turned, to ashes
Dust off the and the caskets

We'll never find you
Despite the life of we knew
lightning times are trouble
Who cant count the that punished through?

The we thought would never break
And never will and change and never fade
But the rage
Of losing you to their

In the lines
(Signs of a the movement)
from the crowd
(Outside of the law)
Causes we

Hands that instructions
For descendants in the on the run
(Underneath the veil)
Failures we expected to
And bring for our sins
(In the lines)
In the lines

In between the lines, of the law
the veil
In between the lines, of the law
the veil

In between the lines, of the law
Underneath the
(We our foundations)
In the lines, outside of the law
In between the