Luyện nghe bài hát ...And Their Consequence

We are not with hate!
It's learned and as we grind out our days.
Handed down from those held close, the ones we are to trust the most.
of the father, continued legacy or learned lesson?
No, this go no further.
Scripts handed down to held close.
They'll be the to pay for the path we chose.
That angelic child, a perfect in heart,
Let no bad happen.
Let no bad happen."
She ran out of her room, tiny soft womb. "
Daddy, stop hurting Mommy.
It scared me so bad when I saw her in hospital bed.
Please, daddy, I'm scared again.
just go to bed.'"
(We are not born hate!
It's learned and as we grind out our days.) The coldness of man looked down on innocence; hate blinding his compassion, turned his rage on his child, left lifeless among the presents.
Son-received.
Red flows the family tree.
We can break the legacy of the same evil that lay innocence to waste.
Love and can break the chains.
We not pass down our father's sin before they have begun to live, mar our children.
Our sons must not our shame!
Be the one to the page.