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 the parents when decisions are made
to not listen and they got their fist in opposition to fair
must be in your to rage
you became a the same way
the system done way
inflicting the same
your convicted and blame
recondition your brain till your convinced you can
understandably wishin tradition wont land you in a position
where you feelin the
lonely without a home, cus now childs grown
a milestone like its the only tie you own
crying your alone
that God forgives you, wondering if your kids do
no one have to live through
the violence you been through
the fight that's still you
its time to make right and free the child that lives in you.

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

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

(Hook)

(Rez)
it was once said the
grass will weather and the flower will fall
and every man will when his number gets called
but when a child takes his life that type of don't work out a
a flower chose to pluck its own pedals out
and through out of the tears it gets so
that the son i held dear i lost
my work passion and a child size casket
hard to when these dreams keep flashing his
cold foot hanging from a stainless table and
a sheet stain with a mothers pain a grief
every day i wake to face feeling of pain
so i milk the scapegoat to easy this of blame thinking
what of man am i? what kind of mother were you?
what kind of did we subject our child to?
wishing i would have listened i would have probably seen
praying for salvation his soul could sure use

(Hook)