Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

Born in the flood, bloody sets
Black marketed fresh canons, forget me not
Epitaph, airbrush with
White T's, wife beaters, button up, reattach

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

But what if were
They Im a snitch
at the check point
Found with his throat

Theres spray paint on the
(But what if 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, when I shut out this world
rip up this page
Wanna pour out this
Wanna get up on this

And my lips percussion
And my fists the rage
And I pound on table
Till it gives me to say

Then I think things
Ive seen 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 just a fence the path
That already ready to walk
Rock solid footsteps, let em put up
And that it isnt possible, fuck that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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