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 a shovel in my hand
silently, don't make a sound in the dead land
Shadows switched and become of hell
As I walk down the windy trail
for the tombstone with his name
Hear the cries of a little in pain
Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and
But was wrong 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 almost to choke
I swung the shovel and the girl turned into
was happening, did I lose my mind?
Dug up a grave, let her for the first time
on the move, I gots to find my kid
My little brother who with mortal sin
the way, I dug up a couple of graves
Of children who died 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 everybody told me to
They said that I was a killer and a 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 winding
I hear voices behind me start to laugh
They were the souls of the I'd released
the grave a hole 6 feet deep
Down they go to with a smiling face
No cries of pain 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
Find the box, pull it out, put it in
Open the casket and little Joey's face
Start to cry but what I had did
How could I taken the life of such a little kid?
Hold him close and him everything's alright
Carry his body off the moonlight
Back thru the graveyard, for the ones I missed
With my on my shoulder and he's lifeless
Down the on the way to my house
and insects keep falling out of his mouth
Got to my house and kicked open the
Lay Joey's body on the cold
Now I'm and I don't know what to do
some candles to brighten up the room
Standing over his body with my
Please God, give Joey back his life
I slit his throat, maybe that'll 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 turn to in a graveyard!"

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