Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

I seen pain, I the losses
Attended and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram of Oxycontin
Everyday through the
Never went away, never it stop there
Death a line or two away and a couple cans
you never know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, we all share
I said at 5:30, the next time that I saw him was in the hands 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 book of rhymes he was recite to the globe
Only to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all quit tomorrow
Just get us the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm already feeling hollow"
Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go a bottle
as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem
And escape this world, this world
'Cause I myself
No praying's gonna cure this

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 right
All is on you, we're over prescribed

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, are dead
And with our lives, we Russian Roulette
And try to find a life we could be content
for us, we're just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my little is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor
That a deal a million dollar industry supplied
And the never go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the top they sell to you
Has us for the answers and not instead of you
fix, whatever do
We gonna neglect the truth
a doctor with a license played God and said it's cool
Played God and said it's
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom while pregnant with him
I the pharmacy companies
And country that spends trillions the war they supplying themselves
Politicians and and jail
defenders and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, look at
Now he's wrapped in
First dealer was his mom's cabinet
Got anxiety, go and give him a Xanax
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, him Ambien
'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, me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my
in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're prescribed

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