Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the streets,
swollen gutters, storms,
wounded stand to in another dawn,
Marching in one eye on the time,
one eye on the madness them,
They don't they're blind,
His on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the underground and enters the

And checks out the world and all the moving
Adjusting his sights to take in the moving

Locked and loaded, off,
checks his on the ground before taking off,
Middle distance, a bead,
allowing a for error he takes a lead,

He's out in the he's out on his own,
so far his family, so far from his home,
He came out of his hiding out of the trees,
he all his cover when he entered the killing fields,

to find he'd become a moving target,
He walked out in the and became a moving target,
Where the is hunted, a moving target.

a breath still in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the barrel of a gun,
his set on the world his heartbeat slows,
His pulse the time
he senses the pressure of the he clears his mind,
he delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and them down,
trophies, hunting game,
no remorse as they've only got to blame,
Bleeding innocents running in herds,
the and the woeful get what they deserve,
no room for pity, no space for guilt,
in murderous city it's kill or be killed,
When you're running the field you a moving target,
When you start making you become a moving target,
You took your first step in the world and a moving target,
When you walk in the world a moving target,

Wandering malls, moving targets,
school assembly halls, moving targets,
At fuel stops and lots, moving targets
In high and super marts, moving targets,
no place to hide!