Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

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

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

But what if were
They Im a snitch
Shot at the point
with his throat slit

Theres paint on the teleprompter
(But if were caught?)
Anchorman screams 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 wanna shut out world
Wanna rip up this
Wanna out this heart
Wanna get up on stage

And my lips percussion
And my fists become the
And I on this table
it gives me something to say

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

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

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

We dont em any weight
liberty and freedoms at stake
Peace never become pass
Live my life my last day

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

Put it on
For the passengers and
Cause this is a
the fuck are the rescue workers?

Not far off, on a cop car
In the with a Pop-Tart
Sipping liquor in the bar
climb to the frontline, lunchtimes canceled

All on deck to pull, survivors from the landfill
Onlookers, brush off your shoulders
Shake off that
Break from your standstill

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

We write our own Cider Rules
To keep 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 world is collapsing, our mode of

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

ballast for sadness, lives shattered
Are standard fare for cameras and channels
No abracadabras, no answers or mantras for disasters
Remastered or plastered, we got it all
Do you the faction you're backing?

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

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

We'll never another you
Despite the life of we knew
These times are trouble
Who cant the strikes that punished through?

The we thought would never break
And never will and never change and never
But theres the
Of losing you to mistakes

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

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

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

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