Luyện nghe bài hát Pity The Plight

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

1
These are the tears of a like murky water
Crying as clear as mud for his fathers daughter
His half-sister; he felt obliged to her
Since her mum was poor and his dad even poorer
Separated she was 8 years old
He knew as as he saw her
That he adored her, so hes for blood with a borer
And an automatic weapon; & Weston
Thatd split a fucking hole in your chest then hes been looking to
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 like a ceiling
Slowly crushing down on em as the terror progressing
That leaves the of the two open to his suggestion
Only 13 years old; adolescent
About to learn a harsh and depressing lesson

2
These are the tears of a thug
Crying tears as as blood cause his elder set him up
To the fall 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 some represent; no one can be trusted
One double O per-cent cause some will go to lengths
To get
Even if it means youths to carry skens and do the dirty work for them
The of work for men
That route the is past
Not young children that never had a chance
Growing up in his manors most are doomed the start
the minds of their peers are as ill as their hearts