Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we live
it, now

I seen pain, I the losses
funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram of Oxycontin
Everyday the nostrils
Never went away, never does it stop
Death a line or two away and a couple cans
you never know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all
I said peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw him was in the of the pallbearer
What if I would've never gone and him off there?
myself, in hysterics, screaming "It's not fair!"
21 old with a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all quit tomorrow
get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm feeling hollow"
as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and that problem
And escape this world, vacate world
'Cause I hate
No praying's gonna this pain

Doctor, please, give me a of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my
We're in the waiting room and something ain't
All this is on you, we're over

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, are dead
And our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a life we could be content
'Cause for us, we're just to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my little is in the sky
From a that a doctor prescribed
That a drug a million dollar industry supplied
And the cops go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange with the white top they sell to you
Has us for the answers and not instead of you
Quick fix, do
We gonna neglect the truth
Because a doctor a license played God and said it's cool
God and said it's cool
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom freebasing pregnant with him
I the pharmacy companies
And that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
and business and jail
Public and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
Now wrapped in plastic
First dealer was his medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, go and give him a Xanax
Focus, him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
he's walking 'round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, up prescriptions you're handing him
So America, is it really it? I'm asking you

Doctor, please, give me a dose of the Dream
Put down the pen and in my eyes
We're in the waiting room and something ain't
All this is on you, over prescribed

Doctor, medicine, and your methods
Can't my disease without killing me
You're me, you're killing me
You're me, you're killing me
Doctor, medicine, and your methods
cure my disease without killing me
You're killing me, you're me
killing me, you're killing me