Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

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

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

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

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

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

And my become percussion
And my become the rage
And I pound on table
Till it me something to say

Then I think about
That Ive seen in front of me
That I dont believe
one of these mikes

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 fence across the
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 liberty and at stake
Peace will never pass
Live my life my last day

It was half-past eight in the bat
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
the fuck are the rescue workers?

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

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

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

We our own Cider House Rules
To keep alive rituals prove their worth
Search for we can trust
Rhythms we can into

This is madness, salvage teams bandage
Hope, when its damaged or compassion
Not enough in the van
When world is collapsing, our mode of

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

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

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

Missing in
page is blackened burned
Turned, ashes to
Dust off the flags and the

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

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

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

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

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

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