Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty Pipes

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