Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Tears

A tortured scream at midnight, the moon another tear,
a tear thats filled sorrow, for the child that cries in fear,
fear of its parents, whos lives are so frustrated
the child was not a child of love, through it was created.

They whip it with a leather strap, it on the red hot grill,
cos mother didnt this child, she wished she was on the pill,
and father cant go out at night for with all the boys,
cos booze goes on nappies, baby food and toys.

With baby crying, day and night, tears on breath,
something must be sorted out, before it a violent death.
The parents have a another row, which up in a fight,
and baby in terror as it senses hatred in the night,
a hatred so intense it through the atmosphere,
an atmosphere so razor sharp, that point is near.