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 real hard
Hop the with a shovel in my hand
Walk silently, don't make a sound in the land
Shadows switched and demons of hell
As I alone down the windy trail
Looking for the with his name
Hear the of a little girl in pain
Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and
But something was wrong with this eyes
She turned around and her eyes were a red
Blood stains her hair to her fucking head
Seeing the sight, I almost to choke
I swung the and the girl turned into smoke
What was happening, did I lose my
Dug up a grave, let her for the first time
Back on the move, I gots to my kid
My little brother who died mortal sin
Along the way, I dug up a couple of
Of some children who died at a 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 when everybody me to
said that I was a killer and a family disgrace
Cursed my 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 of the winding path
I hear some voices 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 with a smiling
No more cries of in this evil place
There's my gravesite just ahead
Time to dig a hole and wake the
Scratch the ground to my family ties
My brother, the product of my blood lines
Find the box, pull it out, put it in
Open the casket and touch little Joey's
Start to cry but remember I had did
How could I have taken the life of such a kid?
Hold him and tell him everything's alright
his body 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 keep falling out of his mouth
Got to my house and kicked the door
Lay body on the cold floor
Now I'm tripping and I don't what to do
Light some candles to up the room
Standing over his body with my
Please God, give Joey his fucking life
I slit his throat, 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
your turn to die now!
It's your turn to in a graveyard!"

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