Luyện nghe bài hát Mayday

Born in the flood, finger-paint sets
Black 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 we dig our foundations
We navigate the globe trying to find a pattern to the mold
a family to feed theres nowhere we wont go

But what if were
They Im a snitch
Shot at the check
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, they say that hes berserk

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

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

Then I think about
That Ive seen right in of me
That I wanna believe
Gimme one of 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 tensions, no threat

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

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

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

Put it on
For the and messengers
Cause this is a
Where the fuck are the rescue

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

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

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

We write our own Cider Rules
To alive rituals that prove their worth
Search for systems we can
Rhythms we can into

is madness, salvage teams can't bandage
Hope, when its damaged or compassion
Not rope in the van
When world is collapsing, our mode of

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

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

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

in action
Another page is blackened
Turned, to ashes
Dust off the flags and the

We'll find another you
Despite the life of we knew
These lightning times are
Who cant count the strikes that punished

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

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

Hands that instructions
For descendants in the on the run
(Underneath the veil)
we expected to occur
And redemption 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 the lines, outside of the law
the veil
(We our foundations)
In between the lines, of the law
In between the