Luyện nghe bài hát Saints And Savages

Calm down, breaths,
Shes screaming pig, Up against the car resisting arrest,
37 acting like 19, As a little boy sits watching his momma,
it was just a dream, Off he goes again 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,
to his momma cry away the night,
He was his night light flicker out,
Whispering words to the walls, Stopping any sense of doubt,
Hes for the better day in tomorrow,
He thinks to ask her every morning, Tell me that smile go?
Shes in the bottle, sip to swallow,
Hes to follow, Until she throws an apology,
With love he hed never know.

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

One granny uncles, Two aunts a nephew,
Four no brother, No father half a mother,
Six cousins couple clients and a PO, One bedroom one one bath,
by twenty something mother fucking, Low life people,
Just a child in a world, Born to be free,
Fascination of ejaculation, Mourn victim in the
wicked from the seed,
Not a chance in hell, Fell in in life,
Selling drugs and such, Till the was right,
Stepped up his game, LH the call,
shit with older dudes, Shots fired lids fall,
Bled out on the concrete, Never it home,
Drug bought the food, So the children wouldnt moan,
Last he uttered softly, Struggling for breath,
Blood bubbles at his side, The rain washed whats left.

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

The eviction beats the kid awake this morning,
Baby girl get up and gets scared, none of the lights in the house are working,
Daddy already knows that the are dead,
And just as the cycle goes, Hes not on fixing this,
his morning fix of cigarettes and gin,
Hes if he can just leave her with the relatives,
While he becomes a savage, An arrest away from steps,
A of rejects and neglect,
And its hereditary, Laced with memories,
Consistently just keeping dreams captive quiet and within sleep,
Were another apathetic breed,
Lost in distilled drinks and seeds,
to mix with fiend, And truthfully,
With God damn fist to a wall,
Every desperate and pathetic drunken call,
We our own wings,
And listen to 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 myself, By hurting you