Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too a bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic
All look on sorrows and weep
They dont get a reflection
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 is hazy perhaps
And the oppressively cool
Give me some of cellos
at some distant regret
Pity the fate of fellows
And anxious attempts to forget

1
These are the tears of a thug like water
tears as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he felt to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad died even
Separated she was 8 years old
He knew as as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes for blood with a borer
And an weapon; Smith & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in chest then hes been looking to corner
The responsible for a killing
Now hes finally got em he wants em
will start spilling
The atmosphere in the air is chilling
The blanket of stars above heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing on em as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the of the two open to his suggestion
Only 13 old; pubescent adolescent
to learn a very harsh and depressing lesson

2
These are the tears of a wanna-be
Crying as thick as blood cause his elder set him up
To the fall and now hes stuck with no way of getting out
Cause even if there was a way hed want to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these streets are with corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked only leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions that people have back makes you believe their your friends
All some represent; no one can be trusted
One O per-cent cause some thugs will go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating to carry skens and do the dirty work for them
The of work for men
That 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