Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing the city streets,
swollen gutters, storms,
wounded stand to in another dawn,
Marching in one eye on the time,
one eye on the around 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 targets
Adjusting his sights to in the moving targets

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

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

Only to find become a moving target,
He walked out in the world and became a target,
the hunter is hunted, a moving target.

Holding a still in his lungs,
he steadies his on the barrel of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the his heartbeat slows,
His pulse the time
he senses the pressure of the moment he his mind,
he calmly delivers the and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

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

Wandering malls, moving targets,
High school halls, moving targets,
At fuel stops and lots, moving targets
In high streets and super marts, targets,
There's no to hide!