Luyện nghe bài hát Why The Children?

[Jamie
at my eyes,
I'm to dig up my little brother's body at the graveyard
I'm tripping real
Hop the fence with a in my hand
Walk silently, don't a sound in the dead land
switched and become demons of hell
As I walk alone down the trail
Looking for the tombstone with his
the cries of a little girl in pain
Sitting alone by the grave, she and cries
But something was wrong with this bitch's
She turned around and her eyes a deep red
Blood stains matted her hair to her 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 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 children who at a young 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 stabbing him when told me to
They said that I was a and a family disgrace
my name and smacked me in the face
Time to right my and correct my sins
Dig up my brother so I can be to him
Back the trail of the winding path
I hear some voices behind me to laugh
They were the of the children I'd released
From the grave a 6 feet deep
Down they go to earth with a face
No more cries of pain in this evil
There's my brother's just ahead
Time to dig a and wake the dead
the ground to reunite my family ties
My little brother, the product of my blood
Find the box, pull it out, put it in
Open the casket and touch little face
to cry but remember what I had did
How could I have taken the life of such a little
Hold him and tell him everything's alright
his body off into the moonlight
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 keep falling out of his mouth
Got to my house and kicked open the
Lay Joey's body on the floor
Now I'm tripping and I know what to do
Light some to brighten up the room
Standing over his body with my
Please God, give Joey his fucking life
I slit his throat, maybe that'll help him
Cut off his eyelids, maybe now see

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

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