Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the of your fellows
Too a bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic
All on their sorrows and weep
They dont get a reflection
Theres a crowd in their eye
the plight of young fellows
Regard all worries and cry
Their crusty young mothers were lazy
it up to the school
Where the moral perspective is perhaps
And the oppressively cool
me some acre of cellos
Pitched at some regret
Pity the fate of fellows
And their anxious attempts to

1
These are the tears of a thug like murky
Crying as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he obliged to support her
Since her mum was and his dad died 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; Smith &
Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest then hes been looking to
The perpetrators responsible for a
Now hes got em where he wants em
Blood start spilling
The atmosphere in the air tonight is
The blanket of stars their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
crushing down on em as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the of the two open to his suggestion
13 years old; pubescent adolescent
About to a very harsh and depressing lesson

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