Luyện nghe bài hát Saints And Savages

Calm down, breaths,
Shes screaming pig, Up against the car this arrest,
37 acting like shes 19, As a little boy sits his momma,
Wishing it was just a dream, Off he again to another family,
Wishing God would blessed him, Different then this hell he sees,
seed, From eight shots and a girl gone,
His momma always said, He was the why her world stopped,
Waiting for a 12:59, Eyes wide,
to his momma cry away the night,
He was watching his night light out,
soft words to the walls, Stopping any sense of doubt,
Hes waiting for the day in tomorrow,
He to ask her every morning, Tell me whered that smile go?
in the bottle, From sip to swallow,
Hes likely to follow, she throws an apology,
With he thought hed never know.

Aguilera]
Oh Im for, Blaming you
For everything, I couldnt do
And Ive hurt myself, By you

One granny uncles, Two aunts a nephew,
Four sisters no brother, No father a mother,
Six cousins couple clients and a PO, One one window one bath,
Shared by twenty mother fucking, Low life people,
Just a child in a sinners world, to be free,
Fascination of ejaculation, victim in the system
Born wicked the seed,
Not a chance in hell, in line in life,
Selling drugs and such, the time was right,
up his game, LH wanted the call,
Started shit with dudes, Shots fired lids fall,
Bled out on the concrete, made it home,
Drug bought the food, So the children wouldnt moan,
words he uttered softly, Struggling for breath,
Blood at his side, The rain washed away whats left.

[Chorus][Christina
Oh Im sorry for, you
For everything, I just do
And Ive hurt myself, By you

The notice beats the kid awake this morning,
Baby girl get up and gets scared, When none of the lights in the are working,
Daddy already knows that the are dead,
And just as the goes, Hes not quick on fixing this,
Before his morning fix of and gin,
Hes wondering if he can leave her with the relatives,
While he becomes a savage, An arrest from twelve steps,
A generation of and neglect,
And its hereditary, with grimy memories,
Consistently just keeping dreams captive and confined within sleep,
Were another apathetic breed,
Lost in drinks and abandoned seeds,
to mix with fiend, And truthfully,
With every God fist to a wall,
Every desperate and pathetic emergency call,
We our own wings,
And listen to what the saints are to sell,
with tainted halos,
Fighting,
For the better of hell.

Aguilera]
Im for, Blaming you
For everything, I just do
And Ive hurt myself, By you