Luyện nghe bài hát Little Children

(David Christopher)

Dark broken lights
A boy on the corner his hands held high
He sees a gun an eye
But he'd rather get shot give it up

Works for a man
Who expects to get money when he sees him
And if he doesn't die on the tonight
It take too long to catch him

Children throw their lives away
A little dying every day

young man he ain't got a lot
But he'd sell his whole just to get what you've got
He's not even if his body's hooked
But if he a little higher he could fly away

Little young lady her children play
two outside and one on the way
She hasn't seen her man in a days
Since the came around and took him away

Children throw their lives
A little more every day

throw their lives away
A little dying every day

Children throw their lives away
A little dying every day

Sirens through the empty streets
Headed to the scene of another
One man hanging on the of life
The one thrown in a bag

The children watch the children
That the bottom line is that free
But it doesn't take much to end a
When the thoughts coming out straight

throw their lives away
A more every day