Luyện nghe bài hát Ugly People Be Quiet - Marvelous Marvin

Lyrics to Me Why :
J. Blige]
Whyyyyyy,
Whyyyyyy,
[Chorus: Will Smith - while Mary in background]
I really wish I could explain it
It's just the world is crazy baby
Ain't no way to paint it baby
Don't cry, dry eyes
[Verse One: Will
September 11th I up about 7 AM
West time, french toast and my turkey bacon
Takin my time awakin, my TV on
To my surprise, saw what everybody in the saw
Me and my children, were chillin
My son - daddy were there people in that building?
A cold sweat, with a lump in my chest
I heard his question, couldn't bring my to say yes to him
night at my son's side, he cried
And prayed for the ones who died in the Trade
His palms to God, of qualms with God
He just, kept on pressin me, wanna why
Then one week our bombs were dropped
We seein them, on CNN, they just stop
The infrared, images of brutal
He said "Daddy now we 'em back," right right
[Chorus] - 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning)
[Interlude: J. Blige]
are captured (souls are captured)
Dreams are (dreams are stolen)
Hearts are (hearts are broken)
Evil plaguin he
surrender (hate surrender)
exaulted! (Love exaulted!)
ELATED! (HOPE ELATED!)
Negativity AND..
[Verse Two: Smith]
to God, why is the bomb always gettin the last word
and why, did her uncles have to her
and why, did all cops have to be shootin to kill?
And why, did all them have to act so ill?
Tell me why did Byrd Jr. have to be touched?
Tell my why did Malcolm and Martin depart us
Tell me why did the make that little boy shoot
And why, is life always denied for loot?
Tell me WHY did MANDELA have to in a cage
Why did my Sterling have to die at that age
Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his
And why the can't love, seem to defeat hate?
Tell me why is it so hard for all the to eat?
Why did 'Pac and Smalls have to fall in the street?
Tell me why did Jam Jay have to go that way?
Please, what am I supposed to say my when they say
- repeat 2X as before
[Verse Three: Will
explain it baby life is just really crazy
I mean if it's world or the life of a little baby
We got more stores than they got rice under buddha
You live four scores and still it be drivin you
But for me I try to see the side
Sometimes it be like the goodness be tryin to
or tryin to flee, but it can't, it's inside
Sweetie you be the for others, make 'em believe in God