Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

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

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

2
These are the tears of a wanna-be
Crying tears as thick as blood cause his set him up
To take the 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
assumptions that people have your back makes you believe their your friends
All though some no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some thugs go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to skens and do the dirty work for them
The kind of for men
That the dark is past
Not impressionable young children that never had a
Growing up in his manors most are doomed the start
Cause the minds of their are as ill as their hearts