Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

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

1
These are the tears of a thug murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud for his fathers
His he felt obliged to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad even poorer
Separated until she was 8 old
He as soon as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes baying for blood with a
And an automatic weapon; & 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
Blood will start
The atmosphere in the air tonight is
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 open to his
Only 13 years old; adolescent
About to learn a harsh and depressing lesson

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These are the tears of a thug
Crying tears as thick as cause his elder set him up
To take the fall and now hes with no way of getting out
even if there was a way hed still want to vent this anger out
Without a these streets are rife with corruption
Young get corrupt even so easily fucked that only leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions 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
Even if it means manipulating youths to carry and do the dirty work for them
The kind of for men
That route the dark is
Not impressionable young children that had a chance
Growing up in his manors are doomed from the start
Cause the of their peers are as ill as their hearts