Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, water racing through the city streets,
swollen gutters, storms,
walking wounded stand to in dawn,
Marching in one eye on the time,
one eye on the madness them,
They don't they're blind,
His on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the underground and enters the

And out the world and all the moving targets
Adjusting his sights to take in the 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 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 a moving target,
Where the is hunted, a moving 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 pulse marking the
he senses the pressure of the he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and from the dream,
of targets.

Rolling numbers, bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and takes down,
Collecting trophies, game,
no as they've only got themselves to blame,
heart innocents running in herds,
the weak and the woeful get what deserve,
There's no for pity, no space for guilt,
in murderous city it's kill or be killed,
you're 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,
When you walk in the world a moving target,

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