Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

Born in the flood, bloody sets
Black marketed fresh canons, forget me not
Epitaph, airbrush death
White T's, wife beaters, button up, flesh

In the lines, outside of the law
Underneath the veil we dig our
We navigate the globe to find a pattern to break the mold
With a to feed theres nowhere we wont go

But what if caught?
They said Im a
at the check point
Found with his throat

spray paint on the teleprompter
(But what if caught?)
Anchorman that hes seen a monster
(They Im a snitch)
Mayday, bloodstains on his shirt
(Shot at the point)
Mayday, they say that hes gone

Sometimes, when I shut out this world
rip up this page
Wanna pour out heart
Wanna get up on this

And my lips percussion
And my fists the rage
And I pound on table
it gives me something to say

Then I about things
That Ive seen right in of me
That I dont believe
Gimme one of these

Let me let em the way that it is
Is not how its be
Not if we let em get ahead of us
The present tensions, no

Its just a across the path
That already ready to walk
Rock footsteps, let em put up obstacles
And prove it isnt possible, fuck that

We give em any weight
True and freedoms at stake
Peace will never become
Live my life until my day

It was half-past in the bat cave
When the cracks in the plaster
And way to gaps in the pavement
Mayday,

Put it on
For the and messengers
Cause this is a
Where the fuck are the workers?

Not far off, on a cop car
In the hall with a
liquor in the rock bar
Everyone to the frontline, lunchtimes canceled

All hands on deck to pull, from the landfill
Onlookers, brush off your shoulders
Shake off rubble
free from your standstill

Signs of a better world, causes we
we expected to occur
And bring redemption for our
(In the lines, outside of the law)
Safety the crowds in the shadows on the run
(Underneath the veil)

We write our own Cider House
To alive rituals that prove their worth
for systems we can trust
Rhythms we can lock

This is madness, teams can't bandage
Hope, when its damaged or broken
Not rope in the van
When is collapsing, our mode of action

Broadcast the glass, all we can manage
Donate the plastic scraps from the salad
to balance, emotions invalidated
And on 4:3 aspects

Just ballast for sadness, lives
Are standard fare for and channels stare
No abracadabras, no faster answers or mantras for
Remastered or plastered, we got it all
Do you know the faction you're

Its man down, another mother gone
Child drowned, another song
Solitude, another kind of
I you, another strung along

Missing in
Another page is burned
Turned, ashes to
off the flags and the caskets

We'll find another you
Despite the of love we knew
These times are trouble
Who count the strikes that punished through?

The bonds we would never break
And never will and never change and never
But the rage
Of you to their mistakes

In between the
(Signs of a the movement)
from the crowd
(Outside of the law)
Causes we

Hands that instructions
For descendants in the on the run
(Underneath the veil)
we expected to occur
And bring for our sins
(In the lines)
In the lines

In the lines, outside of the law
Underneath the
In between the lines, of the law
Underneath the

In the lines, outside of the law
Underneath the
(We our foundations)
In between the lines, of the law
In the lines