Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

Picture the face of your
Too long a bed with no
With their romantic attachments
All on their sorrows and weep
They dont get a moments
Theres a crowd in their eye
Pity the plight of fellows
Regard all their and cry
Their crusty young mothers were perhaps
Leaving it up to the
Where the perspective is hazy perhaps
And the climate; cool
Give me some of cellos
Pitched at distant regret
Pity the fate of fellows
And their anxious to forget

1
These are the tears of a thug murky water
Crying as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His he felt obliged to support her
Since her mum was poor and his dad died poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He knew as as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes baying for blood with a
And an automatic Smith & Weston
Thatd split a fucking in your chest then hes been looking to corner
The responsible for a killing
Now hes finally got em he wants em
Blood will start
The in the air tonight is chilling
The of stars above their heads in the sky feels like a ceiling
Slowly crushing on em as the terror starts progressing
That leaves the youngest of the two open to his
Only 13 years old; adolescent
About to learn a very harsh and lesson

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These are the tears of a wanna-be
Crying as thick as blood cause his elder set him up
To take the fall and now hes with no way of getting out
Cause even if there was a way hed still to vent this anger out
Without a doubt these streets are rife corruption
Young minds get corrupt even so easily fucked that only leads to in the end
False assumptions that people have back makes you believe their your friends
All though represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some will go to lengths
To get
Even if it means manipulating to carry skens and do the dirty work for them
The of work for men
That route the dark is
Not impressionable young children that had a chance
Growing up in his most are doomed from the start
Cause the minds of their are as ill as their hearts