Luyện nghe bài hát Little Children

(David Christopher)

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

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

Children their lives away yeah
A little more dying day

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

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

throw their lives away
A more dying every day

Children throw lives away
A little more dying day

throw their lives away yeah
A little more every day

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

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

Children throw lives away
A little every day