Luyện nghe bài hát Why The Children?

[Jamie
at my eyes,
I'm about to dig up my little brother's body at the
I'm real hard
Hop the with a shovel in my hand
Walk silently, don't make a sound in the land
Shadows switched and demons of hell
As I walk down the windy trail
Looking for the tombstone his name
Hear the cries of a girl in pain
Sitting by the grave, she screams and cries
But something was wrong with this eyes
She around and her eyes were a deep red
stains matted her hair to her fucking head
Seeing the sight, I began to choke
I the shovel and the girl turned into smoke
What was happening, did I my mind?
Dug up a grave, let her for the first time
Back on the move, I gots to my kid
My little brother who with mortal sin
Along the way, I dug up a couple of
Of some who died at a young age
Why did life deal such a bad
Like my brother who got by a man
Man, and I knew
Why I couldn't stop him when everybody told me to
They said I was a killer and a family disgrace
my name and smacked me in the face
Time to right my wrongs and my sins
Dig up my brother so I can be to him
Back down the trail of the path
I hear some voices behind me start to
They were the souls of the children I'd
From the grave a hole 6 feet
Down they go to earth a smiling face
No more cries of in this evil place
There's my brother's gravesite ahead
Time to dig a hole and the dead
Scratch the ground to my family ties
My little brother, the product of my lines
the box, pull it out, put it in place
Open the casket and little Joey's face
Start to cry but remember I had did
How could I have taken the life of such a little
Hold him and tell him everything's alright
Carry his body off into the
thru the graveyard, looking for the ones I missed
With my brother on my and he's lifeless
Down the streets on the way to my
Bugs and insects keep falling out of his
Got to my house and kicked open the
Lay Joey's on the cold floor
Now I'm and I don't know what to do
Light some candles to brighten up the
over his body with my knife
Please God, give Joey back his fucking
I slit his throat, maybe help him breathe
Cut off his eyelids, now he'll see

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

"This is why children play with dead things..."