Luyện nghe bài hát Blackened Lids

In the streets, follow shadows of Daniel,
the rate of survival, subtracted by stabbing's,
Saw three growing up, drop in the heart rate,
Bullets are beheadings, In a eyes,
White fucked up on meth,
Black fucked up on rock,
Both peoples supply, drug money talks,
White children and children,
bastards of the ghetto, fuck love,
In the end, only befriends you,
Dirty magazines and on the corner,
Despair dead in the gutter,
In search of and alcoholic contents,
on a welfare system incredibly complex,
Cast deep into the shadows of the pit,
Beneath the red brick and an orange lit sky,
Stumble scared into the never ending 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 of a child's eyes, child's eyes,
lids of a child's eyes, child's eyes.

Heart breaks the glass shatters,
The barrel violence, a colorless entity, intimacy,
Liquid spills and stains the mixture,
Leave a on the world, beyond pretend,
dutches under moonlight, philly's in the evening,
One form of escape to clot the bleeding,
jealousy and envy when the lights go off,
Turn tears to 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 hope to leave,
At the center of good bye it straight to hell,
Beneath the red brick and an orange lit sky,
Hollow out the head a shot gun shell,
Beneath the pale corneas and lids of a child's eyes.

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

Steal the light there eyes, past the shallow look,
Future is clockwork, the dying to death,
Cocaine is the father, is the mother,
Sex is the poison produces the stress,
Sightless gun fights pull, children squeeze,
Children of intent, 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,
the rate 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,
Beneath the red brick buildings and an lit sky,
just maybe someone will hear,
Beneath the corneas and blackened lids of a child's eyes.

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