Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

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

1
These are the of a thug like murky water
Crying tears as as mud for his fathers daughter
His he felt obliged to support her
her mum was poor and his dad died 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 weapon; Smith & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest then hes been to corner
The perpetrators for a killing
Now hes finally got em he wants em
Blood start spilling
The atmosphere in the air 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 youngest of the two to his suggestion
Only 13 old; pubescent adolescent
About to learn a very harsh and depressing

2
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 with no way of getting out
even if there was a way hed still want to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these are rife with corruption
Young minds get corrupt so easily fucked that only leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions that people have back makes you believe their your friends
All though represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some thugs will go to
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to skens and do the dirty work for them
The of work for men
That the dark is past
Not impressionable young children never had a chance
Growing up in his manors are doomed from the start
Cause the minds of peers are as ill as their hearts