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 real hard
Hop the fence with a in my hand
Walk silently, don't make a sound in the land
Shadows switched and become demons of
As I walk alone down the trail
Looking for the tombstone with his
Hear the cries of a little girl in
Sitting by the grave, she screams and cries
But something was with this bitch's eyes
She turned around and her eyes were a red
Blood stains matted her hair to her head
Seeing the sight, I almost to choke
I swung the shovel and the girl turned smoke
was happening, did I lose my mind?
Dug up a grave, let her for the first time
Back on the move, I to find my kid
My little brother who died with sin
the way, I dug up a couple of graves
Of some children who 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 stop stabbing him when everybody 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 so I can be closer to him
down the trail of the winding path
I hear voices behind me start to laugh
They were the of the children I'd released
the grave a hole 6 feet deep
Down they go to with a smiling face
No more cries of pain in this evil
There's my gravesite just ahead
Time to dig a hole and the dead
the ground to reunite my family ties
My little brother, the of my blood lines
Find the box, pull it out, put it in
Open the casket and touch little face
Start to cry but remember I had did
How could I taken the life of such a little kid?
him close 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 on the way to my house
Bugs and keep falling out of his mouth
Got to my and kicked open the door
Lay Joey's body on the floor
Now I'm tripping and I don't know to do
Light some to brighten up the room
Standing over his with my knife
Please God, give back his fucking life
I slit his throat, that'll 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 with dead things..."