Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the of your fellows
Too long a bed with no
With complex romantic attachments
All look on their sorrows and
They dont get a reflection
Theres always a crowd in eye
Pity the of young fellows
all their worries and cry
Their crusty mothers were lazy perhaps
it up to the school
Where the perspective is hazy perhaps
And the climate; cool
Give me some acre of
Pitched at some regret
the fate of young fellows
And anxious attempts to forget

1
These are the tears of a thug murky water
Crying as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he felt to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad even poorer
until she was 8 years old
He knew as as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes for blood with a borer
And an automatic weapon; & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest then hes looking to corner
The perpetrators for a killing
Now hes finally got em where he em
will start spilling
The in the air tonight is chilling
The blanket of stars their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing on em as the terror starts progressing
That the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
Only 13 years pubescent adolescent
About to learn a harsh and depressing lesson

2
These are the tears of a wanna-be
Crying tears as thick as blood cause his set him up
To take the fall and now hes with no way of getting out
Cause even if there was a way hed still want to this anger out
a doubt these streets are rife with corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that only to destruction in the end
False assumptions that people your back makes you believe their your friends
All some represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some thugs will go to
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skens and do the dirty for them
The kind of for men
route the dark is past
Not impressionable young children never had a chance
Growing up in his manors most are doomed the start
Cause the of their peers are as ill as their hearts