Luyện nghe bài hát Saints And Savages

Calm down, breaths,
Shes screaming pig, Up the car resisting this arrest,
37 acting like shes 19, As a little boy watching his momma,
Wishing it was just a dream, Off he goes 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 reason why her stopped,
for a lullaby 12:59, Eyes wide,
Listens to his momma cry the night,
He was watching his light flicker out,
Whispering words to the walls, Stopping any sense of doubt,
Hes for the better day in tomorrow,
He to ask her every morning, Tell me whered that smile go?
Shes in the bottle, sip to swallow,
Hes likely to follow, Until she an apology,
With love he hed never know.

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

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

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

The eviction notice the kid awake this morning,
Baby girl get up and gets scared, When none of the lights in the 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 just her with the relatives,
While he becomes a savage, An arrest from twelve steps,
A generation of and neglect,
And its hereditary, Laced with memories,
Consistently just dreams captive quiet and confined within sleep,
just another apathetic breed,
Lost in distilled drinks and seeds,
Creeping to mix fiend, And truthfully,
With every God damn to a wall,
Every desperate and pathetic drunken call,
We our own wings,
And listen to what the are trying to sell,
with tainted halos,
Fighting,
For the side of hell.

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