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 again to another family,
Wishing God would have blessed him, Different this hell he sees,
Strangers seed, eight shots and a girl gone,
His momma said, He was the reason why her world stopped,
Waiting for a 12:59, Eyes wide,
Listens to his momma cry the night,
He was watching his night light out,
Whispering soft words to the walls, any sense of doubt,
Hes for the better day in tomorrow,
He thinks to ask her every morning, Tell me whered smile go?
Shes in the bottle, sip to swallow,
Hes likely to follow, she throws an apology,
With he thought hed never know.

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

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

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

The eviction notice beats the kid this morning,
Baby girl get up and gets scared, When none of the in the house are working,
Daddy already that the phones 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 away twelve steps,
A generation of 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 fist to a wall,
desperate and pathetic drunken emergency call,
We our own wings,
And to what the saints are trying to sell,
with tainted halos,
Fighting,
For the better of hell.

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