Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty Pipes

Blood runs red on the face,
from the chin and stains the lace,
There's pipes behind classic grace,
Cast out of heaven to a in hell,
losing your vision and your sense of smell,
A sickening habit your condone,
Ignored by your parents due to you've shown,
Develop your body, imprison mind,
bars in the form of thin white lines
First on and then on your back,
cracked!
Blood runs red on the face,
Drips from the chin and the lace,
There's pipes behind classic grace,
A sickened body, a dying young mind,
The popular culture is a lie,
The of the ghetto, the toy of the rich,
Though all look the same as they shake and twitch,
Bleeding and brainless what have you
A slave to and the future is shot,
Do I or misunderstand,
The pitiful sight of your trembling young