Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

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

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

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

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

Sometimes, when I shut out this world
rip up this page
Wanna out this heart
Wanna get up on stage

And my lips become
And my become the rage
And I pound on table
Till it gives me to say

I think about things
That Ive seen in front of me
That I dont wanna
Gimme one of these

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

Its just a fence across the
That we're already ready to
Rock footsteps, let em put up obstacles
And prove that it possible, fuck that

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

It was half-past eight in the bat
When the cracks in the plaster
And gave way to gaps in the
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
liquor in the rock bar
Everyone to the frontline, lunchtimes canceled

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

Signs of a world, causes we understand
Failures we expected to
And bring redemption for our
(In the lines, outside of the law)
from the crowds in the shadows on the run
(Underneath the veil)

We write our own Cider House
To keep alive rituals that prove worth
Search for we can trust
we can lock into

This is madness, salvage can't bandage
Hope, when its damaged or compassion
Not rope in the van
When world is collapsing, our of action

Broadcast the glass, all we can manage
Donate the plastic scraps from the salad
Hoping to balance, invalidated
And staged on 4:3

ballast for sadness, lives shattered
Are standard for cameras and channels stare
No abracadabras, no faster answers or mantras for
or plastered, we got it all backwards
Do you know the you're backing?

Its another man down, mother gone
Child drowned, silenced song
Solitude, another of strong
I miss you, another strung

in action
Another page is blackened
Turned, to ashes
Dust off the flags and the

We'll never another you
Despite the of love we knew
lightning times are trouble
Who cant the strikes that punished through?

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

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

Hands that trace
For in the shadows on the run
(Underneath the veil)
Failures we to occur
And bring for our sins
(In the lines)
In between the

In the lines, outside of the law
Underneath the
In the lines, outside 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 the lines