Luyện nghe bài hát Why The Children?

[Jamie
at my eyes,
I'm about to dig up my little brother's at the graveyard
I'm tripping real
Hop the fence with a in my hand
Walk silently, don't make a in the dead land
switched and become demons of hell
As I walk alone down the windy
Looking for the tombstone his name
the cries of a little girl in pain
Sitting by the grave, she screams and cries
But something was wrong with this eyes
She turned around and her eyes a deep red
Blood stains matted her hair to her fucking
the sight, I almost began to choke
I swung the shovel and the girl turned into
What was happening, did I my mind?
Dug up a grave, let her for the first time
Back on the move, I gots to my kid
My brother who died 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
Like my brother who got by a man
Man, and I knew
Why I couldn't stop him when everybody told me to
They said that I was a and a family disgrace
my name and smacked me in the face
Time to right my wrongs and correct my
Dig up my so I can be closer to him
Back down the of the winding path
I hear some voices behind me start to
They were the souls of the I'd released
the grave a hole 6 feet deep
Down they go to earth with a smiling
No more cries of pain in this evil
There's my gravesite just ahead
Time to dig a hole and wake the
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 could I taken the life of such a little kid?
Hold him close and tell him everything's
Carry his body off the moonlight
Back thru the graveyard, looking for the I missed
my brother on my shoulder and he's lifeless
Down the on the way to my house
and insects keep falling out of his mouth
Got to my house and kicked the door
Lay Joey's on the cold floor
Now I'm and I don't know what to do
some candles to brighten up the room
Standing over his with my knife
God, give Joey back his fucking life
I slit his throat, maybe that'll 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 turn to die now!
your turn to live in a graveyard!"

"This is why children shouldn't with dead things..."