Luyện nghe bài hát Ugly People Be Quiet - Marvelous Marvin

Lyrics to Me Why :
[Mary J.
Whyyyyyy,
Whyyyyyy,
[Chorus: Smith - while Mary repeats in background]
I really wish I could it baby
It's just the world is kinda baby
no pretty way to paint it baby
Don't cry, dry your
[Verse One: Smith]
11th I woke up about 7 AM
West coast time, french toast and my turkey
my time awakin, turnin my TV on
To my surprise, saw everybody in the world saw
Me and my children, images were
My son - daddy were there people in that building?
A cold sweat, frozen with a lump in my
I his question, couldn't bring my lips to say yes to him
That night at my son's side, he
And for the ones who died in the World Trade
His palms to God, seeds of with God
He just, kept on pressin me, know why
Then one later our bombs were dropped
We seein them, on CNN, they just won't
The infrared, images of attack
He said "Daddy now we killin 'em back," right
[Chorus] - repeat 2X + (Mary J. ad lib crooning)
Mary J. Blige]
Souls are (souls are captured)
are stolen (dreams are stolen)
Hearts are (hearts are broken)
Evil plaguin he
Hate (hate surrender)
exaulted! (Love exaulted!)
ELATED! (HOPE ELATED!)
Negativity AND..
[Verse Two: Smith]
Honest to God, why is the bomb always the last word
and why, did her uncles to molest her
and why, did all cops have to be shootin to kill?
And why, did all priests 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 sniper that little boy shoot
And why, is human life always denied for
Tell me WHY did MANDELA have to live in a
Why did my brother Sterling have to die at age
Tell me why did Reginald Denny deserve his
And why the {*BLEEP*} can't love, seem to hate?
Tell me why is it so hard for all the children to
Why did 'Pac and Biggie Smalls have to in the street?
Tell me why did Jam Master Jay to go that way?
Please, what am I supposed to say my kids they say
[Chorus] - 2X as before
[Verse Three: Smith]
Can't explain it baby life is really crazy
I if it's world wars or the life of a little baby
We got more stores than they got under buddha lazy
You live scores and still it be drivin you crazy
But for me I try to see the side
Sometimes it be the goodness be tryin to hide
or tryin to flee, but it can't, deep inside
Sweetie you be the light for others, 'em believe in God