Luyện nghe bài hát Pity the Child, Pt.2

I was nine,
I learned
Taught not to care.
I was my single, companion,
Taking my there.
Up in my
I my conquests
On my own
Never for a helping hand
No one understand.
I never asked the pair that below
Just in they said no.

Pity the child who has
Knows he wants to do.
that hell never fit the system,
Others to.
Pity the child who knew his
Saw fight,
Saw their die before his eyes.
Pity the that wise.
He never
Did I your distress?
Just in they said Yes.

When I was twelve, my father out.
Left a whimper,
Not a shout.
I miss him:
He it perfectly clear
That I was a fool, and queer.
that I was,
I this would bring
he had left closer together.
She made a move the he crawled away.
I was the last the told,
She let her bed get cold.
Someone in,
I my door.
Someone to treat her just the way as before!

I took the of least resistance:
I had my to play.
I had the skill and all the
to get away.
Pity the with no such weapons
No defense, no escape from the ties bind.
a step behind.
I never to tell her all Id done.
I was her son!