Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing the city streets,
gutters, summer storms,
walking stand to in another dawn,
in silence 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 out the world and all the moving targets
Adjusting his sights to in the moving targets

and loaded, safety off,
checks his bearings on the ground before off,
Middle distance, a bead,
allowing a for error he takes a lead,

He's out in the open out on his own,
so far from his family, so far his home,
He came out of his hiding out of the trees,
he all his cover 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 hunter is hunted, a target.

Holding a breath in his lungs,
he steadies his hand on the of a loaded gun,
his sights set on the his heartbeat slows,
His pulse marking the
he the pressure of the moment he clears his mind,
he delivers the bullet and recoils from the dream,
of targets.

Rolling numbers, bones, lucky ladies,
he takes them out and them down,
trophies, hunting game,
no remorse as only got themselves to blame,
Bleeding heart innocents in herds,
the and the woeful get what they deserve,
no room for pity, no space for guilt,
in murderous city it's kill or be killed,
When running the field you become a moving target,
you start making marks you become a moving target,
You took your step in the world and became a moving target,
When you walk in the world you're a target,

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