Luyện nghe bài hát A Tribute

Locked in verses, in so many Curses
Chained to and shame, fear Im to blame
waiting at the door, you just had to answer the door
Word indescribable, inerasable
or white, brothers are dying
And Im here sitting and crying.
Not on the outside you see, inside me
One at a time, once all fine
Warm hearts getting they dont deserve, all they tried to do is just serve
dripping down their face, these images I cant erase.
From another country to death, Gasping in horror right before their last breath
Oppression and control, getting the best of me, taking the
is spilling out of the veins, while death is holding onto the reins
Bullets are the cause, making us and pause.
There once four little boys, now there are three.
This government and these deaths are getting the best of me.
Shaken and disturbed, perturbed.
Let it not be true, let it not be you.
Dying of a death so violent, of a death so trident
Lord of heaven above, you with your o so powerful
Take care of those that died
They lived life and tried