Luyện nghe bài hát Torches And Tragedies

Children who watch fathers rise to work each day
Becoming bitter as they piss their lives
Out of balance as he stumbles to the
Too young to the passing of the torch
And so cry (in fear)
They why (not here)
The cycle punctuates an atmosphere of pain and
It to where one never knows what to expect
A bedtime story or a broken or neck

They take it in and it on
they've been shown
It on and on and

Too sterile homes without a thing to say
A generation losing this way and
No recognition of the bridges as burn
repetition of behaviors they have learned

And so cry (in fear)
wonder why (not here)
We tip the fragile scales of temperament and
Too soon mistaken for the will that us strong
But looking back it's the shame we pass along