Luyện nghe bài hát Did He Jump/Unfree Child/Mommy's Gone

Who was that on the window
Did he jump or was he
He left a note no one read
In desperate the note just said:
"Never turn my on society
Society turn is on me.
tried once to drop out,
I just couldn't get in the start."

The children all played clever
The gave them clever names
them all from very young
On to the competition
them T.V. everyday
Teach just how they should play
For the ones that start to
Cut them off till obey

Our little was not the type
To want to have to stand and
Bully boys all could
Upon the lonely kid
The grown ups all looked and long
"He's got two feet he can stand on"
We never the sickly ones
The ones are much more fun

He it hard to socialize
Cause when he laughed or he cried
In the wrong place he'd be
An to be despised
Never learnt to play the the way
That supposed to play
Never the things to say
Or lock emotion away

Who was that on the window
Did he or was he pushed?
He a note which no one read
In desperate hand the just said:
"Never turn my on society
turn is back on me.
All the world can not be
It must be me I belong."
"All the world can not be
It must be me I belong"
"All the world can not be
It be me I don't belong"
"All the can not be wrong
It must be me I belong"
"All the world can not be
It must be me I belong"

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The unfree is full of woe
Into the unfree he will grow
unfree children of is own
On and on and so it

Take hands from off your genitals
Eat those and grow up strong
Don't piss yourself it's naughty
Stephen, don't you shine
Don't now we are talking
Not a word less you
There's people
embarrass us
And let us catch you masturbate

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When I was a my mummy told me
If I was a bad boy daddy would me
When I was a my mummy lectured
If I was a good boy I would be

Mummy, daddy, what would you expected
In your I'm not to be respected
you on but I'm just one reflection
Of the that you hold and the way you see them

My gone
To a place where I go
A place cloaked in thy mystery
Of corporate
Supermarkets and three pike
My mummy's
My gone

When I was a little girl my told me
Had to make an to make myself pretty
Got to get a husband, got to have a
Got to be a to the rest of the family

Mummy, daddy, what more would you
In your I'm not to be respected
you on but I'm just one reflection
Of the values that you and the way you see them

My mummy's
To a place I can't go
A that's cloaked in thy mystery
Of identity
Supermarkets and three suits
My mummy's
My gone

Now I'm older, I know that you scared me
But I don't hold it against you, though it me sorley
I you're a victim just just like me
You can feel the pressure just like me

Mummy, daddy, what more you expected
In eyes I'm not to be respected
you on but I'm just one reflection
Of the values that you hold and the way you see

My gone
To a where I can't go
A place cloaked in thy mystery
Of corporate
Supermarkets and three suits
My mummy's
My gone