Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Tears

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

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

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