Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, water racing through the city streets,
swollen gutters, storms,
walking stand to in another dawn,
in silence one eye on the time,
one eye on the madness them,
They know they're blind,
His mind on the trigger, he up a magazine,
the underground and enters the scene

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

Locked and loaded, off,
his bearings on the ground before taking off,
Middle distance, 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 when he entered the fields,

Only to find he'd become a 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 on the barrel of a loaded gun,
his set on the world his heartbeat slows,
His pulse the time
he senses the pressure of the moment he his mind,
he delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and them 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 murderous city it's or be killed,
When you're running the field you a moving target,
you start making marks you become a moving target,
You took your first step in the world and became a target,
When you walk in the world a moving target,

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