Luyện nghe bài hát The Tribute To Manila

a blue cross on the tower
is shining over streets
where they are standing and
their breakable dolls
she said she is twelve old
and her name is
on her forarm
are some scares to see
beutiful and the call of the flash
40 dolars for a life without
when the trip is
and a sober through her body creeps
she has the to set her body
from that crawling skin
so cuts at her arms
a cut with the razor blade
empty eyes look and depressed
glow in the eyes of nameless
but ghostly white faces are still
blow up forever the fat old
I wish to hear a voice that
should be sent into hell
they be sent to the sword

oh don't cut yourself
no more
no to death no
no cuts