Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

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

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

Locked and loaded, off,
checks his bearings on the before taking off,
Middle distance, a bead,
a margin for error he takes a lead,

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

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

Holding a breath in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the barrel of a gun,
his sights set on the world his slows,
His marking the time
he senses the of the moment he clears his mind,
he delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

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

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