Luyện nghe bài hát Why The Children?

[Jamie
at my eyes,
I'm about to dig up my little brother's body at the
I'm real hard
Hop the with a shovel in my hand
silently, don't make a sound in the dead land
Shadows switched and become demons of
As I walk alone down the windy
Looking for the with his name
the cries of a little girl in pain
Sitting by the grave, she screams and cries
But was wrong with this bitch's eyes
She around and her eyes were a deep red
Blood stains matted her hair to her fucking
Seeing the sight, I began to choke
I swung the and the girl turned into smoke
What was happening, did I lose my
Dug up a grave, let her breathe for the time
Back on the move, I gots to my kid
My little brother who with mortal sin
the way, I dug up a couple of graves
Of children who died at a young age
Why did deal such a bad hand
my brother who got killed by a man
Man, and I never
Why I couldn't stop stabbing him everybody told me to
They said I was a killer and a family disgrace
Cursed my and smacked me in the face
Time to right my and correct my sins
Dig up my so I can be closer to him
Back the trail of the winding path
I hear voices behind me start to laugh
They were the souls of the I'd released
From the grave a 6 feet deep
Down they go to with a smiling face
No more of pain in this evil place
There's my brother's gravesite just
to dig a hole and wake the dead
Scratch the to reunite my family ties
My little brother, the of my blood lines
the box, pull it out, put it in place
Open the casket and touch little Joey's
Start to cry but remember I had did
How I have taken the life of such a little kid?
Hold him close and tell him everything's
Carry his body off into the
Back thru the graveyard, looking for the ones I
With my brother on my and he's lifeless
Down the streets on the way to my
Bugs and keep falling out of his mouth
Got to my house and open the door
Lay Joey's body on the floor
Now I'm tripping and I don't know to do
Light some to brighten up the room
Standing his body with my knife
Please God, give back 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
It's your to die now!
your turn to live in a graveyard!"

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