Luyện nghe bài hát Rusty Pipes

Blood runs red on the face,
Drips the chin and stains the lace,
rusty pipes behind classic grace,
Cast out of heaven to a in hell,
You're losing your and your sense of smell,
A sickening your peers condone,
Ignored by parents due to promise you've shown,
your body, imprison your mind,
With bars in the form of white lines
on parade and then on your back,
cracked!
Blood runs red on the face,
from the chin and stains the lace,
There's rusty pipes behind grace,
A young 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 you got?
A slave to substance and the is shot,
Do I or misunderstand,
The pitiful sight of your young hands?