Luyện nghe bài hát Why The Children?

[Jamie
at my eyes,
I'm about to dig up my little brother's at the graveyard
I'm tripping real
Hop the fence with a shovel in my
Walk silently, don't a sound in the dead land
Shadows switched and become demons of
As I walk alone down the windy
for the tombstone with his name
Hear the cries of a little girl in
Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and
But something was with this bitch's eyes
She turned around and her eyes were a red
stains matted her hair to her fucking head
Seeing the sight, I began to choke
I swung the shovel and the girl into smoke
was happening, did I lose my mind?
Dug up a grave, let her breathe for the time
Back on the move, I to find my kid
My little brother who died mortal sin
Along the way, I dug up a couple of
Of some children who died at a age
Why did life such a bad hand
Like my brother who got by a man
Man, and I knew
Why I couldn't stop him when everybody told me to
They that I was a killer and a family disgrace
Cursed my and smacked me in the face
Time to my wrongs and correct my sins
Dig up my so I can be closer to him
Back down the of the winding path
I hear voices behind me start to laugh
They were the of the children I'd released
From the grave a hole 6 deep
Down they go to earth with a face
No more cries of in this evil place
There's my gravesite just ahead
Time to dig a hole and the dead
Scratch the to reunite my family ties
My little brother, the product of my blood
Find the box, pull it out, put it in
Open the and touch little Joey's face
Start to cry but remember I had did
How could I have the life of such a little kid?
Hold him close and tell him alright
Carry his body off into the
Back thru the graveyard, looking for the I missed
With my brother on my shoulder and he's
Down the on the way to my house
Bugs and insects falling out of his mouth
Got to my and kicked open the door
Lay body on the cold floor
Now I'm and I don't know what to do
some candles to brighten up the room
Standing over his with my knife
Please God, give Joey back his life
I slit his throat, maybe help him breathe
Cut off his eyelids, maybe now see

"Why did you do this to me,
Why did you do to me?
Why did you do to me?
Why did you do this
It's turn to die now!
It's your to live in a graveyard!"

"This is why children shouldn't play dead things..."