Luyện nghe bài hát Saints And Savages

Calm down, breaths,
screaming pig, Up against the car resisting this arrest,
37 acting like shes 19, As a boy sits watching his momma,
it was just a dream, Off he goes again to another family,
Wishing God would have him, Different then this hell he sees,
seed, From eight shots and a girl gone,
His always 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 words to the walls, Stopping any sense of doubt,
Hes for the better 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,
With love he hed never know.

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

One three uncles, Two aunts a nephew,
Four sisters no brother, No half 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,
of ejaculation, Mourn victim in the system
Born from the seed,
Not a in hell, Fell in line in life,
Selling and such, Till the time was right,
up his game, LH wanted the call,
Started shit with older dudes, fired lids fall,
Bled out on the concrete, Never it home,
Drug bought the food, So the children wouldnt moan,
words he uttered softly, Struggling 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 beats the kid 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 quick on this,
Before his fix of cigarettes and gin,
Hes if he can just leave 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 keeping dreams captive and confined within sleep,
Were just another breed,
in distilled drinks and abandoned seeds,
Creeping to mix fiend, And truthfully,
With every God fist to a wall,
Every desperate and drunken emergency call,
We our own wings,
And listen to the saints are trying to sell,
with tainted halos,
Fighting,
For the side of hell.

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