Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too a bed with no sleep
With their complex attachments
All look on their and weep
They get a moments reflection
Theres always a in their eye
the plight of young fellows
Regard all worries and cry
Their crusty young mothers were perhaps
it up to the school
Where the perspective is hazy perhaps
And the oppressively cool
Give me acre of cellos
Pitched at some distant
the fate of young fellows
And their anxious to forget

1
These are the tears of a thug like water
Crying as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he obliged to support her
her mum was poor and his dad died even poorer
Separated until she was 8 old
He knew as as he saw her
That he her, so hes baying for blood with a borer
And an automatic weapon; & Weston
Thatd split a fucking in your chest then hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators for a killing
Now hes got em where he wants em
Blood start spilling
The atmosphere in the air tonight is
The blanket of stars their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing on em as the terror starts progressing
That the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
Only 13 years old; adolescent
About to learn a very and depressing lesson

2
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
Cause even if was a way hed still want to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these streets are rife with
Young get corrupt even so easily fucked that only leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions that people have your makes you believe their your friends
All though represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause 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
That the dark is past
Not impressionable children that never had a chance
Growing up in his manors most are doomed from the
Cause the minds of their peers are as ill as their