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 madness them,
They don't know blind,
His on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the underground and the scene

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

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

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

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

a breath still in his lungs,
he his hand on the barrel of a loaded gun,
his set on the world his heartbeat slows,
His marking the time
he senses the of the moment he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and from the dream,
of targets.

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

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