Luyện nghe bài hát Between The Lines

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

1: Slug]
See the man, notice the lonely man
How do you he keeps his head on straight?
Can you his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from those shades
Feel the crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin to chafe
Its the surface sweat the mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the
and constipated
And its all covered player hated,funnelled and
the shell of one man with a gun
Riding thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap door to through
But if I see you, as a threat to my or my sibling
Ill die to pull the plug on machine

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

2: Slug]
Can you see
She spends her day in a theater
Livin her time in the life she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & goes she
Surroundings oblivious to her whole
But if they knew
About the that she can't seem to stop from comin through
Comin'
At a loss for
through the fog
With her eyes closed & her mind
And now she lives in the films that she
And daydreams that she kills us
I'm impressed with the tolerance she
If it was me, I would snapped from the overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls Muddy Waters
And sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee
And someday, oneday, when the credits
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the souls
Then we'll know what depth awake sleep
Make me walk the thin between shallow and deep

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

3: Slug]
He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the
he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
After doin shows for years, respect from peers
Killed the ego, lookin at these like *they* weird
trips, turn to head trips
Became a for sedatives and essentric ettiqute
Optimism needs to feed off
But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a
Records sell well but still
Travels town to
Holdin hands with fans 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 the hand, I doubt they understand
That here now only the shadow of a man
a hard time with life on a drumroll
Walkin that high-wire, it off is humble
But a thin line,between screams and smiles
Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & to his child
But the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
Locked the door and both of his wrists backstage

(2X)]

[Outro:
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*,
Encore, wrapped inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance inside of innocence
Onwards,forwards contin*uos*
Encore, ignorance wrapped of innocence
but love for the music and its offspring
Bouncin' off the just tryin to make it to the cross*ings*

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