Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of fellows
Too long a bed no sleep
their complex romantic attachments
All look on sorrows and weep
dont get a moments reflection
Theres always a crowd in eye
Pity the plight of young
Regard all worries and cry
Their young mothers were lazy perhaps
it up to the school
Where the moral is hazy perhaps
And the climate; cool
me some acre of cellos
Pitched at some regret
Pity the fate of fellows
And their attempts to forget

1
These are the tears of a thug murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud for his fathers
His he felt obliged to support her
Since her mum was and his dad died even poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He knew as as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes baying for with a borer
And an automatic weapon; & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your then hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators for a killing
Now hes got em where he wants em
Blood will start
The atmosphere in the air tonight is
The blanket of stars above heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing down on em as the terror starts
That leaves the of the two open to his suggestion
Only 13 old; pubescent adolescent
About to learn a very harsh and depressing

2
These are the tears of a wanna-be
Crying tears as thick as blood cause his set him up
To the fall and now hes stuck with no way of getting out
Cause even if was a way hed still want to vent 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 have your back makes you believe their your
All though some represent; no one can be
One double O per-cent cause some thugs go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skens and do the work for them
The of work for men
That route the is past
Not impressionable young that never had a chance
Growing up in his manors most are doomed the start
the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts