Luyện nghe bài hát Language of Violence

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

Like a
The haunted
in with his thin skin lowered chin
He knew the names that they would him with

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

For the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the
That pushed the boy under, then and plunder
It kind of makes you
How one can hurt

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

Words can reduce a to an object
Something more easy to
An inanimate entity, disposable
No problem to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a gauntlet
The voices
Fagot, sissy, punk, queen,
Words he before 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 felt fear
never been on this side of the name calling
Five against one they had his up against the wall and

He had questioned his own sexuality
But group of men didn't hesitate in their reality
an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest and dominance

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see the face 'til the eyelids drop
You hear the screaming until it stops