Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too long a bed no sleep
With their complex romantic
All on their sorrows and weep
dont get a moments reflection
Theres always a crowd in eye
Pity the plight of young
Regard all their and cry
Their crusty young mothers were perhaps
it up to the school
Where the perspective is hazy perhaps
And the climate; oppressively
Give me some of cellos
Pitched at some regret
Pity the fate of fellows
And their attempts to forget

1
These are the tears of a thug murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud for his fathers
His half-sister; he felt obliged to her
Since her mum was and his dad died even poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He as soon as he saw her
he adored her, so hes baying for blood with a borer
And an automatic weapon; & Weston
Thatd a fucking hole in your chest then hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators for a killing
Now hes finally got em he wants em
will start spilling
The atmosphere in the air tonight is
The of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing on em as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the youngest of the two open to his
Only 13 years old; adolescent
About to learn a very and depressing lesson

2
These are the tears of a thug
Crying tears as as blood cause his elder set him up
To take the fall and now hes with no way of getting out
Cause even if was a way hed still want to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these streets are rife with
Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that leads to destruction in the end
False assumptions that people have your back you believe their your friends
All though represent; no one can be trusted
One O per-cent cause some thugs will go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to skens and do the dirty work for them
The kind of for men
That route the is past
Not impressionable young children never had a chance
Growing up in his manors are doomed from the start
Cause the minds of peers are as ill as their hearts