Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, dirty water through the city streets,
gutters, summer storms,
walking wounded to in another 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 world and all the targets
his sights to take in the moving targets

Locked and loaded, off,
checks his on the ground 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 blew all his cover when he entered the fields,

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

Holding a still in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the barrel of a gun,
his sights set on the his heartbeat slows,
His marking the time
he senses the pressure of the moment he his mind,
he calmly the bullet and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

Rolling numbers, bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and takes down,
Collecting trophies, game,
no remorse as only got themselves to blame,
Bleeding innocents running in herds,
the weak and the get what they deserve,
There's no 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,
you start making marks you become a moving target,
You took your first step in the and became a moving target,
When you in the world you're a moving target,

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