Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the of your fellows
Too a bed with no sleep
With their romantic attachments
All look on sorrows and weep
dont get a moments reflection
Theres always a in their eye
Pity the plight of fellows
Regard all worries and cry
Their crusty mothers were lazy perhaps
Leaving it up to the
Where the moral is hazy perhaps
And the climate; cool
Give me acre of cellos
Pitched at distant regret
Pity the of young fellows
And their anxious attempts to

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

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These are the of a wanna-be 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 to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these streets are with corruption
Young get corrupt even so easily fucked that only leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions that people have your back you believe their your friends
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 to carry skens and do the dirty work for them
The of work for men
That route the dark is
Not impressionable young children never had a chance
Growing up in his manors most are doomed from the
the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts