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 shovel in my
Walk silently, don't make a in the dead land
Shadows switched and become of hell
As I walk alone down the windy
for the tombstone with his name
Hear the of a little girl in pain
alone by the grave, she screams and cries
But was wrong with this bitch's eyes
She turned and her eyes were a deep red
Blood matted her hair to her fucking head
Seeing the sight, I almost to choke
I swung the shovel and the turned into smoke
was happening, did I lose my mind?
Dug up a grave, let her breathe for the first
Back on the move, I gots to my kid
My little brother who died mortal sin
Along the way, I dug up a of graves
Of children who died at a young age
Why did deal such a bad hand
Like my who got killed by a man
Man, and I never
Why I couldn't stop stabbing him when 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 and correct my sins
Dig up my so I can be closer to him
Back down the trail of the path
I hear some voices me start to laugh
They the souls of the children I'd released
From the a hole 6 feet deep
Down they go to earth with a face
No more cries of pain in evil place
There's my brother's gravesite just
Time to dig a hole and wake the
Scratch the ground to my family ties
My little brother, the product of my blood
the box, pull it out, put it in place
Open the casket and touch Joey's face
Start to cry but remember I had did
How I have taken the life of such a little kid?
Hold him close and tell him everything's
Carry his off into the moonlight
Back thru the graveyard, for the ones I missed
With my brother on my shoulder and he's
the streets on the way to my house
Bugs and insects keep out of his mouth
Got to my house and kicked the door
Lay Joey's body on the floor
Now I'm and I don't know what to do
Light candles to brighten up the room
Standing over his body my knife
Please God, give back his fucking life
I his throat, maybe that'll 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 this
It's turn to die now!
It's your turn to in a graveyard!"

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