Luyện nghe bài hát ...And Their Consequence

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