Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the fall streets, follow of Daniel,
Formulate the of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, sudden in the heart rate,
Bullets are beheadings, In a eyes,
White people up on meth,
Black people up on rock,
Both peoples supply, drug money talks,
children and black children,
Boneless bastards of the ghetto, love,
In the end, hatred befriends you,
Dirty and 40's on the corner,
Despair lays in the gutter,
In of emptiness and alcoholic contents,
Dependant on a welfare system complex,
deep into the shadows of the lions pit,
Beneath the red brick and an orange lit sky,
Stumble scared into the never never endings,
the pale corneas and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

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

Heart breaks the glass shatters,
The screams violence, a colorless entity, intimacy,
Liquid spills and stains the mixture,
a mark on the world, beyond pretend,
Light dutches moonlight, philly's in the evening,
One mans of escape to clot the bleeding,
Explain and envy when the lights go off,
tears to friends when the fight is lost,
Live day to day on the train,
sonnets on the back of your hand as fast as they came,
of tenements, hopes, and dreams,
The hopeless, can only to leave,
At the of good bye take it straight to hell,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
Hollow out the with a shot gun shell,
Beneath the pale and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

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

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

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