Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

(What it tis it taint, & What it it tis
Its the theme of where goin')

[Verse 1:
See the man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his on straight?
Can you his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those
Feel the summer's crest,
So much sweat, his begins to chafe
Its the surface sweat the mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the
and constipated
And its all player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man a gun
Riding thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, to relate to
Wishin you could a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my
Ill die to pull the plug on machine

(2X)]
And I might just find somebody
And I just might love somebody
And I just just feel somebody
And I just might just myself (somebody)

[Verse 2:
Can you see
She spends her day in a theater
her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, & goes she wishes
oblivious to her whole existence
But if only knew
the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through
Comin'
At a loss for
Walkin the fog
With her closed & her mind gone
And now she lives in the films she sees
And that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she
If it was me, I would from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she through Muddy Waters
And sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
little *case*study castaway cutie
Masturbating in of that matinee movie
And someday, oneday, when the roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the souls
Then we'll what depth awake touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line shallow and deep

(2X)]
And I just might find somebody
And I just might just somebody
And I just might feel somebody
And I just might kill somebody (my body)

[Verse 3:
He used to write his rhymes and recite his all the time
Sometimes he'd them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, gettin respect peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these like *they* weird
Road trips, turn to trips
Became a hunger for sedatives and ettiqute
Optimism needs to feed off
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a
Records sell but still undergound
town to town
Holdin hands with that love his sound
When it comes around *let*s hope you can it
slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it
When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they
That here now only the shadow of a man
a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walkin high-wire, passin it off is humble
But it's a thin line,between screams and
Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & to his child
But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the
Locked the door and slit both of his backstage

(2X)]

[Outro:
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*,
Encore, ignorance inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, wrapped inside of innocence
Nothing but love for the music and its
Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to it to the cross*ings*

I just just....
I might just....
I might just....[fade out]