Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too a bed with no sleep
With their complex attachments
All look on their and weep
They dont get a reflection
Theres a crowd in their eye
the plight of young fellows
Regard all their and cry
Their crusty young mothers lazy perhaps
it up to the school
Where the moral perspective is perhaps
And the oppressively cool
me some acre of cellos
Pitched at distant regret
Pity the of young fellows
And their anxious to forget

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

2
These are the of a wanna-be thug
Crying tears as thick as blood his elder set him up
To take the and now hes stuck with no way of getting out
even if there was a way hed still want to vent this anger 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 people have your makes you believe their your friends
All though some no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some thugs go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating youths to carry skens and do the dirty for them
The of work for men
That route the dark is
Not impressionable children that never had a chance
Growing up in his most are doomed from the start
Cause the of their peers are as ill as their hearts