Luyện nghe bài hát Life Of A Small Fry

A wretched stood and prayed
Under the lashing rain and
The ropes fell through the handles, the coffin sloping
The earth through black fingers
At the graveside where she
And an ill wind howling her veil
For a man who no good, he served no good
He never was an evil man, hard but fair, his said
A timid youth of ridicule, each schoolday made him with dread
In the showers and the rugby field, the came to play
Most he'd weep and piss the bed
But he they all would pay, they all would pay!
Like his father in the guards, he was soon in married quarters
Licked his way up through the ranks, he had no for sons and daughters
She on him, the sweet young thing
Repenting at her
Like a mount he charges on
How much is her tether
How how she laughed, so lovingly she spurned him
For time had stole ungraciously all the dreams been yearning
No joyous cries of children, is this granite firm
It breaks his heart that seeds can't grow, from a bag of watered
He the prison service, she broke the chains and left him
For the time he was all alone, a demon's soul possessed him
An institute of misery, in a painful sea of
And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, and heartless
An angry mob was out from the chokey cells and 'D' wing
Tonight the hard lags call me tune, come the dawn, no birds sing
No more raining down the stick, a violent end nigh
No hope, no tears, no mercy, for the of this small fry!