Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

Oily river, running deep, dirty water racing through the streets,
gutters, summer storms,
walking wounded stand to in dawn,
in silence one eye on the time,
one eye on the madness them,
They don't know blind,
His mind on the trigger, he up a magazine,
exits the underground and the scene

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

and loaded, safety 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 open 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 cover when he entered the fields,

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

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

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

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