Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, water racing through the city streets,
gutters, summer storms,
walking wounded to in another dawn,
in silence one eye on the time,
one eye on the around them,
don't know they're blind,
His on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the and enters the scene

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

Locked and loaded, off,
checks his bearings on the ground taking off,
distance, draws 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 he entered the killing fields,

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

Holding a breath in his lungs,
he steadies his 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 moment he his mind,
he calmly the bullet and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

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

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