Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we live
it, now

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

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

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, are dead
And with our lives, we Russian Roulette
And try to a life where we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just trying to the fear of being alive
And now my little is in the sky
From a that a doctor prescribed
That a deal a million dollar industry supplied
And the cops never go and at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic the white top they sell to you
Has us looking for the and not instead of you
fix, whatever do
We just gonna the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and said cool
Played God and it's cool
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom freebasing pregnant with him
I the pharmacy companies
And country that trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
Politicians and and jail
Public and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
Now he's in plastic
First was his mom's medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and give him a
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him
'Til he's walking 'round the looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up 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
in the waiting room and something ain't right
All is on you, we're over prescribed

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