Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too a bed with no sleep
their complex romantic attachments
All look on their sorrows and
They dont get a moments
Theres always a in their eye
Pity the of young fellows
Regard all their and cry
Their crusty young mothers were perhaps
Leaving it up to the
the moral perspective is hazy perhaps
And the climate; cool
Give me 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 like murky
Crying as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he obliged to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad died poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He knew as as he saw her
he adored her, so hes baying for blood with a borer
And an automatic weapon; Smith &
Thatd split a fucking hole in chest then hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators 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 their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
crushing down on em as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the youngest of the two to his suggestion
Only 13 years pubescent adolescent
About to learn a very harsh and depressing

2
These are the tears of a wanna-be
Crying tears as as blood cause his elder set him up
To the fall and now hes stuck with no way of getting 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 so easily fucked that only leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions that people have your back makes you their your friends
All some represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some thugs will go to
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
Growing up in his most are doomed from the start
Cause the of their peers are as ill as their hearts