Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the streets,
swollen gutters, storms,
wounded stand to in another dawn,
Marching in 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 world and all the targets
Adjusting his sights to take in the moving

and loaded, safety off,
checks his bearings on the before taking off,
distance, draws a bead,
allowing a for error he takes 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 find he'd a moving target,
He walked out in the world and became a target,
Where the is hunted, a moving target.

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

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

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