Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

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

1
These are the of a thug like murky water
Crying tears as as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he felt 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 her, so hes baying for blood with a borer
And an automatic Smith & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators responsible for a
Now hes got em where he wants em
will start spilling
The in the air tonight is chilling
The blanket of above 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 old; pubescent
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 and now hes stuck with no way of getting out
Cause if there was a way hed still want to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these streets are rife corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that only leads to in the end
assumptions that people have your back makes you believe their your friends
All some represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent some thugs will go to lengths
To get
if it means manipulating youths to carry skens and do the dirty work for them
The kind of for men
route the dark is past
Not impressionable young that never had a chance
Growing up in his manors most are doomed the start
Cause the minds of their are as ill as their hearts