Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

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

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

But what if were
said Im a snitch
Shot at the check
Found his throat slit

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

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

And my become percussion
And my become the rage
And I pound on table
it gives me something to say

Then I about things
Ive seen right in front of me
That I wanna believe
one of these 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 present tensions, no

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

We dont em any weight
liberty and freedoms at stake
Peace will never pass
Live my until my last day

It was eight in the bat cave
When the cracks in the plaster
And gave way to gaps in the
Mayday,

Put it on
For the passengers and
Cause is a disaster
Where the are the rescue workers?

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

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

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

We write our own Cider House
To keep alive rituals prove their worth
Search for systems we can
Rhythms we can lock

is madness, salvage teams can't bandage
Hope, when its or broken compassion
Not enough in the van
When world is collapsing, our mode of

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

Just for sadness, lives shattered
Are fare for cameras and channels stare
No abracadabras, no faster answers or mantras for
Remastered or plastered, we got it all
Do you the faction you're backing?

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

in action
Another page is burned
Turned, ashes to
off the flags and the caskets

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

The bonds we would never break
And never and never change and never fade
But theres the
Of you to their mistakes

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 redemption for our
(In the lines)
In the lines

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

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