Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

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

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

But what if caught?
They said Im a
at the check point
Found with his throat

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

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

And my become percussion
And my fists the rage
And I pound on this
Till it gives me to say

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

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

Its a fence across the path
That already ready to walk
solid footsteps, let em put up obstacles
And prove that it possible, fuck that

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

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

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

Not far off, on a cop car
In the hall 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 your
Shake off that
Break from your standstill

Signs of a better world, causes we
Failures we expected to
And bring redemption for our
(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 that prove their worth
Search for we can trust
Rhythms we can into

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

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

Just ballast for sadness, lives
Are standard fare for cameras and channels
No abracadabras, no answers or mantras for disasters
or plastered, we got it all backwards
Do you know the faction you're

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

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

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

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

In between the
(Signs of a the movement)
Refuge the crowd
(Outside of the law)
we understand

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

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

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