Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty Pipes

Blood red on the perfect face,
Drips from the and stains the lace,
There's rusty pipes classic grace,
Cast out of to a party in hell,
You're losing your vision and sense of smell,
A sickening habit your condone,
Ignored by your parents due to promise shown,
Develop your body, imprison mind,
With in the form of thin white lines
First on parade and then on back,
cracked!
Blood red on the perfect face,
Drips from the and stains the lace,
There's rusty behind classic grace,
A sickened young body, a young mind,
The culture is living a lie,
The of the ghetto, the toy of the rich,
Though all look the same as shake and they twitch,
Bleeding and brainless have you got?
A to substance and the future is shot,
Do I or misunderstand,
The sight of your trembling young hands?