Luyện nghe bài hát Little Children

(David Christopher)

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

for a violent man
Who expects to get money when he him again
And if he doesn't die on the corner
It won't take too to catch him

Children throw their lives away
A little more every day

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

Little young lady watch her play
There's two and one on the way
She seen her man in a thousand days
the police came around and took him away

Children throw their lives
A more dying every day

Children throw their away
A more dying every day

Children throw lives away yeah
A more dying every day

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

The children watch the children
the bottom line is that nothing's free
But it doesn't take much to end a
When the thoughts coming out straight

throw their lives away
A little more day