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,
They don't know blind,
His mind on the trigger, he up a magazine,
the underground and enters the scene

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

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

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

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

Holding a still in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the barrel of a gun,
his sights set on the his heartbeat slows,
His marking the time
he the pressure of the moment he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and from the dream,
of targets.

numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and takes down,
Collecting trophies, game,
no remorse as they've only got 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 murderous city it's or be killed,
When you're running the field you become a target,
When you start making marks you become a target,
You took your first step in the world and became a target,
When you walk in the world a moving target,

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