Luyện nghe bài hát Why The Children?

[Jamie
at my eyes,
I'm about to dig up my little body at the graveyard
I'm tripping real
Hop the fence with a shovel in my
Walk silently, make a sound in the dead land
switched and become demons of hell
As I walk alone the windy trail
Looking for the tombstone with his
Hear the cries of a girl in pain
Sitting by the grave, she screams and cries
But something was wrong with this bitch's
She turned around and her eyes a deep red
Blood stains her hair to her fucking head
Seeing the sight, I began to choke
I swung the shovel and the girl turned smoke
What was happening, did I 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 with 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
my brother who got killed by a man
Man, and I knew
Why I couldn't stop stabbing him everybody told me to
They that 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 so I can be closer to him
Back down the trail of the path
I hear some voices behind me to laugh
They were the of the children I'd released
From the a hole 6 feet deep
Down go to earth with a smiling face
No more cries of in this evil place
There's my brother's just ahead
Time to dig a hole and wake the
Scratch the ground to reunite my family
My brother, the product of my blood 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 I have taken the life of such a little kid?
Hold him close and tell him alright
Carry his off into the moonlight
Back thru the graveyard, for the ones I missed
With my brother on my shoulder and lifeless
Down the streets on the way to my
Bugs and insects falling out of his mouth
Got to my house and kicked open the
Lay body on the cold floor
Now I'm and I don't know what to do
Light some candles to up the room
over his body with my knife
Please God, give Joey his fucking life
I slit his throat, maybe help him breathe
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 turn to die now!
It's your to live in a graveyard!"

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