Luyện nghe bài hát Little People

(Mr J Medeiros)
Envision the of age
where the apparent
is that of a parrot commissioned to live in a
who hits the parents decisions are made
to not listen and they got their fist in to fair play
must be in submission to rage
you a victim the same way
the system gave way
inflicting the same
convicted and cant blame
recondition your brain till your you can change
understandably wishin family tradition wont you in a position
you feelin the rain
lonely a home, cus now your childs grown
wearing a milestone its the only tie you own
crying your alone
hoping God forgives you, wondering if your kids do
no one should to live through
the violence that you been
the fight still within you
its time to things right and free the child that lives in you.

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

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)