Luyện nghe bài hát Little Children

(David Christopher)

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

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

Children throw their lives yeah
A little dying every day

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

Little young lady her children play
There's two and one on the way
She hasn't seen her man in a thousand
Since the police came around and him away

Children throw their away
A little dying every day

Children throw their away
A little more every day

Children throw their lives yeah
A more dying every day

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

The children the children think
the bottom line is that nothing's free
But it doesn't take to end a life
When the thoughts stop out straight

Children their lives away
A little every day