Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

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

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

Locked and loaded, off,
his bearings on the ground before taking off,
Middle distance, a bead,
allowing a margin for error he 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 came out of the trees,
he blew all his cover when he the killing fields,

Only to find he'd become a target,
He walked out in the world and became a target,
Where the 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 his heartbeat slows,
His pulse marking the
he the pressure of the moment he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and from the dream,
of targets.

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

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