Luyện nghe bài hát Why The Children?

[Jamie
at my eyes,
I'm about to dig up my little brother's at the graveyard
I'm tripping real
Hop the fence with a shovel in my
Walk silently, don't make a sound in the land
Shadows switched and demons of hell
As I walk down the windy trail
Looking for the with his name
the cries of a little girl in pain
Sitting alone by the grave, she and cries
But something was wrong this bitch's eyes
She turned and her eyes were a deep red
Blood stains matted her hair to her fucking
Seeing the sight, I almost to choke
I swung the and the girl turned into 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 mortal sin
the way, I dug up a couple of graves
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 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 so I can be closer to him
Back down the of the winding path
I hear some behind me start to laugh
They were the souls of the children I'd
From the grave a hole 6 feet
Down they go to earth a smiling face
No more cries of pain in this place
There's my brother's just ahead
to dig a hole and wake the dead
Scratch the ground to reunite my ties
My little brother, the product of my blood
Find the box, it out, put it in place
Open the and touch 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 tell him everything's
his body off into 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
Bugs and keep falling out of his mouth
Got to my house and open the door
Lay Joey's on the cold floor
Now I'm and I don't know what to do
Light candles to brighten 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, 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 your to die now!
your turn to live in a graveyard!"

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