Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

Born in the flood, bloody finger-paint
Black fresh water canons, forget me not
Epitaph, with 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 the mold
With a family to feed nowhere we wont go

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

spray paint on the teleprompter
(But if were 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, I wanna shut out this world
Wanna rip up page
Wanna pour out heart
Wanna get up on this

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

Then I about things
That Ive right 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 dont let em get of us
The present tensions, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is madness, salvage teams can't
Hope, its damaged or broken compassion
Not rope in the van
When world is collapsing, our of action

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the lines
(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)
we expected to occur
And redemption 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
Underneath the

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