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 know they're blind,
His on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the and enters the scene

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

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

He's out in the open 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 walked out in the world and a moving target,
Where the is hunted, a moving target.

Holding a 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 pressure of the moment he his mind,
he calmly delivers the and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

numbers, rolling bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and them down,
trophies, hunting game,
no as they've only got themselves to blame,
Bleeding heart innocents 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 running the field you become a moving target,
When you start marks you become a moving target,
You took your first step in the world and a moving target,
you walk in the world you're a moving target,

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