Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the streets, follow shadows of Daniel,
Formulate the of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, drop in the heart rate,
are beheadings, In a child's eyes,
White people up on meth,
Black fucked up on rock,
Both supply, cause drug money talks,
children and black children,
Boneless bastards of the ghetto, love,
In the end, only hatred you,
magazines and 40's on the corner,
Despair dead in the gutter,
In of emptiness and alcoholic contents,
on a welfare system incredibly complex,
Cast into the shadows of the lions pit,
Beneath the red buildings and an orange lit sky,
Stumble scared into the ending never endings,
Beneath the pale and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
lids of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened lids of a eyes, child's eyes,
lids of a child's eyes, child's eyes.

Heart breaks when the shatters,
The barrel screams violence, a entity, intimacy,
Liquid and stains the concrete mixture,
Leave a mark on the world, pretend,
dutches under moonlight, philly's in the evening,
One mans form of escape to the bleeding,
Explain and envy when the lights go off,
Turn to friends when the fight is lost,
day to day on the subway train,
Scribble sonnets on the of your hand as fast as they came,
of tenements, hopes, and dreams,
The hopeless, can only to leave,
At the center of good bye it straight to hell,
Beneath the red buildings and an orange lit sky,
Hollow out the head with a gun shell,
Beneath the pale corneas and lids of a child's eyes.

Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
lids of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes.

Steal the from there eyes, past the shallow look,
Future is clockwork, the dying to death,
Cocaine is the father, is the mother,
Sex is the that produces the stress,
Sightless gun fights pull, children squeeze,
of intent, children are no good,
Cause a child dies at when its born in the hood,
But still a child, a in the flesh,
Public desperate to fuck,
Formulate the rate of survival, by stabbing's,
Saw three up, sudden drop in the heart rate,
Bullets are beheadings, In a eyes,
Weep and maybe someone will hear,
Beneath the red brick and an orange lit sky,
Maybe maybe someone will hear,
Beneath the corneas and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

Blackened lids of a eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
Blackened lids of a child's eyes, eyes,
Blackened lids of a eyes, child's eyes.