Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

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

1
These are the tears of a like murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud for his fathers
His half-sister; he obliged to support her
her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He as soon as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes baying for with a borer
And an weapon; Smith & Weston
split a fucking hole in your chest then hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators responsible for a
Now hes finally got em he wants em
Blood start spilling
The atmosphere in the air is chilling
The blanket of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a
crushing down on em as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the youngest of the two to his suggestion
Only 13 years old; adolescent
to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson

2
These are the tears of a thug
Crying tears as thick as blood his elder 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 vent anger out
a doubt these streets are rife with corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so fucked that only leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions people have your back makes you believe their your friends
All though represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some thugs go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating to carry skens and do the dirty work for them
The of work for men
That route the is past
Not young children that never had a chance
up in his manors most are doomed from the start
Cause the of their peers are as ill as their hearts