Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, water racing through the city streets,
swollen gutters, storms,
walking wounded stand to in dawn,
Marching in one eye on the time,
one eye on the madness them,
don't know 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 bearings on the ground before off,
distance, draws a bead,
allowing a for error he takes a lead,

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

Only to find 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 his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the world his slows,
His pulse marking the
he senses the pressure of the he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and recoils the dream,
of targets.

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

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