Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint
Black fresh water canons, forget me not
Epitaph, airbrush death
White T's, wife beaters, up, reattach flesh

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

But what if were
They said Im a
Shot at the point
Found his throat slit

Theres spray on the teleprompter
(But if were caught?)
Anchorman screams that hes a monster
(They Im a snitch)
Mayday, theres bloodstains on his
(Shot at the point)
Mayday, they say hes gone berserk

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

And my lips percussion
And my fists become the
And I pound on this
Till it gives me to say

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

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

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

We give em any weight
True liberty and freedoms at
Peace will become pass
my life until my last day

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

Put it on
For the passengers and
Cause is a disaster
Where the fuck are the rescue

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

All hands on deck to pull, from the landfill
Onlookers, passers-by brush off shoulders
Shake off rubble
Break free from standstill

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

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

This is madness, salvage can't bandage
Hope, when its or broken compassion
Not enough in the van
world is collapsing, our mode of action

Broadcast the glass, all we can manage
Donate with the scraps from the salad
Hoping to balance, emotions
And staged on 4:3

Just ballast for sadness, lives
Are standard for cameras and channels stare
No abracadabras, no faster or mantras for disasters
or plastered, we got it all backwards
Do you the faction you're backing?

Its another man down, another gone
Child drowned, another silenced
Solitude, kind of strong
I miss you, another strung

Missing in
Another page is blackened
Turned, to ashes
Dust off the and the caskets

We'll never find you
Despite the of love we knew
These lightning times are
Who cant count the strikes that punished

The bonds we thought would never
And will and never change and never fade
But theres the
Of losing you to their

In the lines
(Signs of a the movement)
Refuge the crowd
(Outside of the law)
we understand

Hands that instructions
For in the shadows on the run
(Underneath the veil)
Failures we expected to
And redemption for our sins
(In the lines)
In between the

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

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