Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the of your fellows
Too long a bed no sleep
With their complex attachments
All look on their sorrows and
dont get a moments reflection
Theres always a in their eye
Pity the plight of young
all their worries and cry
Their crusty young mothers were lazy
Leaving it up to the
Where the moral perspective is hazy
And the oppressively cool
me some acre of cellos
Pitched at distant regret
the fate of young fellows
And their anxious to forget

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These are the of a thug like murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud for his daughter
His half-sister; he obliged to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad died poorer
Separated until she was 8 old
He as soon as he saw her
That he her, so hes baying for blood with a borer
And an automatic weapon; & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest then hes been looking to
The responsible for a killing
Now hes finally got em where he em
Blood start spilling
The atmosphere in the air is chilling
The blanket of stars above their heads in the sky feels a ceiling
Slowly crushing down on em as the starts progressing
leaves the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
Only 13 years old; adolescent
About to learn a very harsh and lesson

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These are the of a wanna-be thug
Crying tears as thick as blood cause his set him up
To take the fall and now hes stuck with no way of out
even if there was a way hed still want to vent this anger out
Without a doubt streets are rife with corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions that have your back makes you believe their your friends
All though represent; no one can be trusted
One double O cause some thugs will go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to skens and do the dirty work for them
The kind of for men
That the dark is past
Not impressionable children that never had a chance
Growing up in his most are doomed from the start
Cause the minds of peers are as ill as their hearts