Luyện nghe bài hát Little People

(Mr J Medeiros)
Envision the of age
where the apparent
is that of a commissioned to live in a cage
who hits the when decisions are made
to not listen and they got their in opposition to fair play
be in your submission to rage
you became a the same way
the done gave way
inflicting the same
your convicted and blame
recondition your till your convinced you can change
understandably wishin family wont land you in a position
where you feelin the
lonely without a home, cus now your childs
wearing a milestone like its the tie you own
when your alone
hoping that God forgives you, if your kids do
no one should to live through
the violence that you through
the fight still within you
its to make things right and free the child that lives in you.

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

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

(Hook)

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

(Hook)