Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

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

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These are the tears of a thug murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud for his fathers
His half-sister; he felt to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad even poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He knew as as he saw her
That he 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 responsible for a
Now hes finally got em he wants em
Blood will spilling
The in the air tonight is chilling
The blanket of stars above their in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly 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 learn a harsh and depressing lesson

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These are the tears of a thug
Crying as thick as blood cause his elder set him up
To take the fall and now hes stuck 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 rife corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so easily that only leads 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 thugs will go to lengths
To get
Even if it manipulating youths to carry skens and do the dirty work for them
The kind of for men
That the dark is past
Not impressionable young children never had a chance
Growing up in his manors most are doomed the start
Cause the of their peers are as ill as their hearts