Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty Pipes

Blood runs red on the face,
Drips from the 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 due to promise you've shown,
Develop your body, your mind,
With bars in the of thin white lines
First on and then on your back,
cracked!
Blood red on the perfect face,
Drips from the chin and the lace,
There's rusty pipes classic grace,
A sickened body, a dying young mind,
The popular is living a lie,
The of the ghetto, the toy of the rich,
Though all the same as they shake and they twitch,
Bleeding and what have you got?
A slave to and the future is shot,
Do I or misunderstand,
The pitiful sight of trembling young hands?