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 enters the

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

Locked and loaded, off,
checks his bearings on the ground 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 when he entered the killing fields,

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

Holding a still in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the of a loaded 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, rolling bones, ladies,
he takes them out and them down,
Collecting trophies, 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 city kill or be killed,
When you're running the field you become a target,
When you start making marks you become a target,
You took first step in the world and became a moving target,
When you walk in the world a moving target,

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