Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

The day of school was always the hardest
The day of school, the hallways the darkest

a gauntlet
The haunted
Walking in with his thin skin chin
He knew the names they would taunt him with

Fagot sissy punk queen
Although never had sex in his 15 years
And when they harassed him, it was for a
And when they provoked him, it became open

For the fox and the hunter, the and the thunder
pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder
It of makes you wonder
How one can hurt

But dehumanizing the makes things simpler
It's like breathing a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most
And calculating

Words can reduce a person to an
more easy to hate
An entity, completely disposable
No problem to

But is the silence
In this of violence
Death is the
But death is the
In cycle of violence
is the silence

It's tough to be young, the young long to be
When we pick on someone else it might make us feel
Abused by their fathers but was at home
So to prove to each that they were not homos

The of the phobic fury
Executioner, a and jury
The mob mentality, individuality was
forgotten at the bottom of a dumb
Old dare and a cold stare

On the way home it was back to name
Ten against one they had his back up against the and
They reveled in laughter as they surrounded him
But it wasn't a game when up jumped and grounded him

They picked up their bats their muscles straining
And they decided they gonna beat this fella's brain in
With an awful, powerful, showerful, an full of violence
Inflict the strictest and dominance

They didn't hear him screaming, they hear him pleading
They ran like cowards and the boy bleeding
In a pool of red 'til all tears shed
And his eyes quietly slid into the of his head

But death is the
In language of violence
Death is the
But is the silence
In this of violence
is the silence

But death is the
In this language of
Death is the
But is the silence
In this of violence
Death is the

You won't see the face 'til the drop
You won't hear the screaming it stops
The boy's parents were gone and his had raised him
She was mad, she had no form of

The pack didn't to worry about being on a hit list
But the thing they never thought about was that there was a
To senseless crime, right place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do time

The first day of was always the hardest
The first day of prison, the the darkest

a gauntlet
The voices
Fagot, sissy, punk, queen,
Words he used before had a new meaning in

As a group of men in of him came near
For the first time in his life the bully felt fear
He'd never been on this of the name calling
Five against one they had his back up the wall and

He had never questioned his own
But this group of men didn't hesitate in reality
With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of
the strictest brutality and dominance

They didn't hear him
didn't hear him pleading
They what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the corner
The reduced to Jack Horner

But dehumanizing the makes things simpler
It's breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the conscious
And calculating

The power of words, don't take it for
When you hear a man
Don't just read the lips, be sublime than this
Put everything in

Is this a tale of justice
In a land where there's no at all?
Who is really the
Or are we all the and victim of it all?

But is the silence
In this language of
is the silence
But is the silence
In this cycle of
is the silence

But death is the
In language of violence
is the silence
But death is the
In cycle of violence
Death is the

You won't see the face 'til the drop
You hear the screaming until it stops