Luyện nghe bài hát Saints And Savages

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

[Chorus][Christina
Oh Im sorry for, you
For everything, I couldnt do
And Ive myself, By hurting 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,
by twenty something mother fucking, Low life people,
Just a in a sinners world, Born to be free,
Fascination of ejaculation, victim in the system
Born wicked the seed,
Not a in hell, Fell in line in life,
drugs and such, Till the time was right,
Stepped up his game, LH the call,
Started shit with older dudes, fired lids fall,
out on the concrete, Never made it home,
Drug money the food, So the children wouldnt moan,
words he uttered softly, Struggling for breath,
Blood at his side, The rain washed away whats left.

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

The notice beats the kid awake this morning,
Baby girl get up and scared, When none of the lights in the house are working,
Daddy already that the phones are dead,
And just as the cycle goes, Hes not on fixing this,
Before his fix of cigarettes and gin,
Hes wondering if he can leave her with the relatives,
While he becomes a savage, An arrest away from steps,
A of rejects and neglect,
And its hereditary, Laced grimy memories,
Consistently just keeping dreams quiet and confined within sleep,
just another apathetic breed,
Lost in distilled and abandoned seeds,
to mix with fiend, And truthfully,
With every God damn to a wall,
Every and pathetic drunken emergency call,
We our own wings,
And listen to the saints are trying to sell,
Born with halos,
Fighting,
For the better of hell.

Aguilera]
Im sorry for, you
For everything, I couldnt do
And Ive myself, By hurting you