Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too long a bed with no
their complex romantic attachments
All look on their and weep
They dont get a reflection
Theres always a crowd in eye
Pity the plight of young
Regard all their and cry
crusty young mothers were lazy perhaps
Leaving it up to the
Where the perspective is hazy perhaps
And the oppressively cool
Give me some of cellos
Pitched at distant regret
Pity the fate of fellows
And their anxious attempts to

1
These are the tears of a thug like murky
tears as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His he felt obliged to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad died poorer
until she was 8 years old
He as soon as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes baying for blood with a
And an automatic Smith & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your then hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators for a killing
Now hes got em where he wants em
Blood will start
The atmosphere in the air tonight is
The of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing down on em as the terror progressing
That leaves the youngest of the two to his suggestion
Only 13 years pubescent adolescent
About to learn a very harsh and depressing

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