Luyện nghe bài hát Return To Innocence Lost

Muffled of fist on flesh
to chest, no breath, air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash,
With each hit, kick, each broken rib
Crack, crack, are crying
crying and bleeding and pleading

And then, daddy wants to
hard, swelled with power rush
And as if all wasn't enough
Mommy's seven heavy with birth
As daddy grunts and cursed drunk in her bloodied ear

lullaby
First son will hear
And forget

Mommy almost bled to death when she him, finally
already lost three
Uterus bruised, shredded, and weak being daily beat
And Friday nights were the
And never came with flowers

he spent hours at some corner spot
With some bar pop named
Putting his thing down mommy's sheets with
talk shit, Cookie's cheap lipstick
Hair grease, sperm, and juice

To hell with the good news he was a father for the first time
His thirst for wine and women his vision
No welcome for mother and son
Just the smell of ass crack, funk, and cum
But mommy's strength, her best defense
She burned the dirty linens, made a bed

Laid sleeping first son down and never a sound
As she purged her with birth blood and quiet tears
Watching as her fears and and sacrifice
Lie there in his soft and new life
Breathing, dreaming, from God's eye
Mommy's survivor like her

called Crazy and scorned, 'cause she too more born
One boy soon after the girl later and
Although they both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her first son, the first one, whose womb was profaned
Came of age playing street with Stevie, Rezzie, and little brother
'Till his heart start to wither in pain and

Blamed mom for the she let daddy do to her and him
Let sins of the father cause his innocence to
Found out amongst thieves chose to his dreams
Stopped believing in himself, become prodigal with his
impossible shit right with gang ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, woeful of mother
Replaced them with absurdities of who had also lost their way

Played a different kind of street now
First son deep, speak street family vows
Espouse no but his own
See, he couldn't protect mommy's neck daddy's grasp
Or protect mommy's ass daddy's wrath
Couldn't shield her from daddy's foul mouthed, liquor breath jeers

His defense, served to be confidence
Brown bottles housed his descent
called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans
Now, and him twins in addiction
Driven to false heavens and friends by liquefied demons
Had become what he despised from conception end

Destined for a demise, survived nine lives of high
Conning, pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing, for money, never for sex
in chest, baseball bat to the head left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy, speech, slowed and
Lips twitched with caked up codeine candy and corners

One 24th Mr. Hide and false friend
Took ride to suburban supplier
Shots were by the gray man with shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss hit, lost boy in
So called friend runs for door, first son blood born
Lying alone in blood on cold
was the cost of returning to innocence lost

Baby 'sis awake for dawn on Christmas
To mommy's sobs and shakes, daddy's of regret
All past omitted and absolved by
As clung to each other, knowing