Luyện nghe bài hát Ugly People Be Quiet - Marvelous Marvin

Lyrics to Me Why :
[Mary J.
Whyyyyyy,
Whyyyyyy,
[Chorus: Will - while Mary repeats in background]
I really wish I could explain it
It's just the world is kinda crazy
Ain't no pretty way to paint it
Don't cry, dry your
[Verse One: Will
September I woke up about 7 AM
West coast time, french toast and my bacon
my time awakin, turnin my TV on
To my surprise, saw what everybody in the saw
Me and my children, were chillin
My son said - daddy were there people in that
A cold sweat, frozen with a in my chest
I heard his question, couldn't my lips to say yes to him
That at my son's side, he cried
And for the ones who died in the World Trade
His palms to God, seeds of qualms God
He just, kept on pressin me, know why
Then one week later our bombs dropped
We seein them, on CNN, they just won't
The infrared, images of attack
He said "Daddy now we killin 'em back," right
- repeat 2X + (Mary J. Blige ad lib crooning)
[Interlude: J. Blige]
Souls are (souls are captured)
Dreams are (dreams are stolen)
are broken (hearts are broken)
Evil he rewardin
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 have to her
and why, did all cops have to be shootin to kill?
And why, did all them priests have to act so
Tell me why did Byrd Jr. have to be touched?
Tell my why did Malcolm and Martin from us
Tell me why did the sniper make that boy shoot
And why, is human always denied for loot?
Tell me WHY did MANDELA have to in a cage
Why did my brother have to die at that age
Tell me why did Reginald deserve his fate
And why the {*BLEEP*} can't love, to defeat hate?
Tell me why is it so hard for all the to eat?
Why did and Biggie Smalls have to fall in the street?
Tell me why did Jam Master Jay have to go way?
Please, what am I supposed to say my kids they say
[Chorus] - repeat 2X as
Three: Will Smith]
Can't explain it baby life is just really
I mean if it's world wars or the life of a baby
We got more stores than they got rice under buddha
You live four scores and still it be you crazy
But for me I try to see the button
Sometimes it be the goodness be tryin to hide
or tryin to flee, but it can't, it's deep
you be the light for others, make 'em believe in God