Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

I seen pain, I felt the
Attended and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram of Oxycontin
Everyday the nostrils
Never went away, never it stop there
Death a line or two and a couple tall cans
'Cause you never when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all
I said peace at 5:30, the next that I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearer
What if I would've never and dropped him off there?
Blaming myself, in hysterics, "It's not fair!"
21 years old with a book of rhymes he was recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna tomorrow
Just get us the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then it's Wednesday, then "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"
Might as well go crack a seal and might as go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that
And escape this world, this world
'Cause I myself
No praying's gonna cure pain

Doctor, please, me a dose of the American Dream
Put the pen and look in my eyes
in the waiting room and something ain't right
All is on you, we're over prescribed

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, institutions are
And our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a where we could be content
'Cause for us, just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my brother is in the sky
a pill that a doctor prescribed
That a drug deal a dollar industry supplied
And the cops go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange with the white top they sell to you
Has us for the answers and not instead of you
Quick fix, do
We just gonna the truth
Because a doctor with a license God and said it's cool
Played God and said cool
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom freebasing pregnant with him
I the pharmacy companies
And country that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying
and business and jail
Public defenders and judges who
Look at Kevin, look at
Now wrapped in plastic
First was his mom's medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and him a Xanax
Focus, him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
'Til he's walking the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, up prescriptions you're handing him
So America, is it really it? I'm asking you

Doctor, please, give me a of the American Dream
Put down the pen and in my eyes
We're in the waiting room and something ain't
All this is on you, over prescribed

Doctor, your medicine, and your
Can't cure my disease without me
You're killing me, you're me
killing me, you're killing me
Doctor, medicine, and your methods
Can't cure my without killing me
killing me, you're killing me
You're killing me, killing me