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 parents when are made
to not listen and got their fist in opposition to fair play
be in your submission to rage
you became a victim the way
the done gave way
inflicting the pain
your convicted and blame
recondition your brain till your you can change
understandably wishin family tradition wont land you in a
you feelin the rain
lonely without a home, cus now your grown
wearing a milestone its the only tie you own
when your alone
hoping that God you, wondering if your kids do
no one should to live through
the violence that you been
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 i'm still breathing
i listen to the of a TV.
the thing that really wants to reach me
listen...mommy please...
there must be a way to raise me
i'm yelling till my ears hear me
into a silence kills me

(Stro)
there stands in twenty below gripping his coat
froze two hours 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 a little when you look at it
we're creating a mold of bad
when the teacher got eleven year olds that at 'em
and the tunes in just then
to every word daddy should have heard at age ten
then daddy where it all began
he could call you a father, but couldn't really call you a friend
you worked hard to provide a for good living
and you figured, that's all that you had to give 'em
now, if you know much know this
all work, no play, far cry, miss

(Hook)

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

(Hook)