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,
in silence one eye on the time,
one eye on the around them,
They don't they're blind,
His on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
exits the underground and the scene

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

Locked and loaded, off,
his bearings on the ground before taking off,
Middle distance, 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 hiding out of the trees,
he blew all his when he entered the killing fields,

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

Holding a breath in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the barrel of a gun,
his set on the world his heartbeat slows,
His pulse the time
he senses the pressure of the he clears his mind,
he calmly delivers the bullet and recoils the dream,
of targets.

Rolling numbers, bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and them down,
trophies, hunting game,
no as they've only got themselves to blame,
heart innocents running in herds,
the and the woeful get what they deserve,
There's no room for pity, no for guilt,
in this city it's kill or be killed,
When you're running the you become a moving target,
When you start marks you become a moving 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 assembly halls, moving targets,
At fuel stops and parking lots, moving
In high streets and marts, moving targets,
no place to hide!