Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too a bed with no sleep
With their romantic attachments
All look on their sorrows and
They get a moments reflection
Theres always a crowd in eye
Pity the plight of young
all their worries and cry
Their crusty mothers were lazy perhaps
it up to the school
Where the moral is hazy perhaps
And the oppressively cool
Give me some of cellos
Pitched at some regret
Pity the fate of young
And anxious attempts to forget

1
These are the tears of a thug murky water
tears as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he felt to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad even poorer
Separated until she was 8 old
He as soon as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes for blood with a borer
And an weapon; Smith & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest hes been looking to corner
The perpetrators for a killing
Now hes finally got em where he em
Blood start spilling
The atmosphere in the air is chilling
The blanket of stars their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
crushing down on em as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the youngest of the two open to his
Only 13 years old; pubescent
About to a very harsh and depressing lesson

2
These are the tears of a wanna-be
tears as thick as blood cause his elder set him up
To take the fall and now hes stuck no way of getting out
Cause even if there was a way hed still want to vent this out
Without a doubt these streets are rife corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that only to destruction in the end
False assumptions that have your back makes you believe their your friends
All though some no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause thugs will go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skens and do the work for them
The of work 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 their peers are as ill as their