Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Targets

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

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

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

He's out in the he's 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 when he entered the killing fields,

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

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

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

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