Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

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

Like a
The voices
Walking in his thin skin lowered chin
He knew the names that they would 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 season

For the fox and the hunter, the and the thunder
That pushed the boy under, pillage and plunder
It kind of you wonder
How one can another

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

can reduce a person to an object
Something more easy to
An inanimate entity, completely
No to obliterate

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

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

The of the phobic fury
Executioner, a and jury
The mob mentality, was nowhere
Dignity at the bottom of a dumb
Old dare and a numb cold

On the way home it was to name calling
Ten against one had his back up against the wall and
They in their laughter as they surrounded him
But it a game when they 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 hour full of
the strictest brutality and dominance

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like a
The haunted
Fagot, sissy, punk, queen,
Words he used had a new meaning in here

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

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

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

But dehumanizing the victim things simpler
It's like breathing a respirator
It eases the of even the most conscious
And violator

The of words, don't take it for granted
you hear a man ranting
Don't read the lips, be more sublime than this
Put in context

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

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

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

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