Luyện nghe bài hát Tortured Tears

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

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

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