Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too long a bed with no
their complex romantic attachments
All on their sorrows and weep
dont get a moments reflection
Theres always a in their eye
Pity the plight of fellows
Regard all worries and cry
Their crusty young mothers were perhaps
Leaving it up to the
Where the moral perspective is hazy
And the climate; oppressively
me some acre of cellos
Pitched at some distant
Pity the fate of young
And their anxious attempts to

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These are the tears of a thug murky water
Crying tears as clear as mud for his fathers
His he felt obliged to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad died poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He as soon as he saw her
That he her, so hes baying for blood with a borer
And an automatic Smith & Weston
Thatd split a hole in your chest then hes been looking to corner
The responsible for a killing
Now hes got em where he wants em
Blood start spilling
The atmosphere in the air is chilling
The blanket of stars above their heads in the sky feels a ceiling
crushing down on em as the terror starts progressing
That the youngest of the two open to his suggestion
Only 13 years old; pubescent
About to learn a very and depressing lesson

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