Luyện nghe bài hát Little People

(Mr J Medeiros)
Envision the of age
the apparent disposition
is that of a parrot to live in a cage
who hits the parents decisions are made
to not listen and they got their in opposition to fair play
must be in your to rage
you became a victim the way
the done gave way
inflicting the same
your convicted and blame
recondition your brain till convinced you can change
understandably wishin tradition wont land you in a position
you feelin the rain
lonely a home, cus now your childs grown
wearing a like its the only tie you own
when your alone
hoping that God forgives you, if your kids do
no one should have to through
the violence you been through
the fight that's still you
its time to make things right and free the child that in you.

(Hook)
me...see me...
do you even know i'm still
i to the sounds of a TV.
the thing that really wants to reach me
listen...mommy please...
there must be a better way to me
i'm yelling till my can't hear me
a silence that kills me

(Stro)
there billy stands in twenty gripping his coat
that two hours ago
dramatic i know, but ain't it, seven year olds waiting
takes another look at a picture lost time painted
we say put it away i can't at it
the truth stings a little you look at it
we're creating a of bad habits
the teacher got eleven year olds that blast at 'em
and the world tunes in just
listening to every word daddy should have at age ten
then wonders where it all began
he could call you a father, but couldn't ever call you a friend
you hard to provide a home for good living
and you figured, that's all you really had to give 'em
now, if you don't know know this
all work, no play, far cry, near

(Hook)

(Rez)
it was said that the
grass will weather and the flower will fall
and man will pass when his number gets called
but when a child takes his life that type of don't work out a
a flower never to pluck its own pedals out
and through out of the tears it gets so
that the son i dear i lost somewhere
between my work and a child size casket
hard to when these dreams keep flashing his
cold foot hanging a stainless steel table and
a white stain with a mothers pain a grief
every day i wake to face this of pain
so i milk the scapegoat to easy this feeling of thinking
what of man am i? what kind of mother were you?
what kind of life did we our child to?
wishing i have listened i would have probably seen clues
praying for salvation that his could sure use

(Hook)