Luyện nghe bài hát Kevin

Okay,

And we tonight
it, now

I pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and coffins
21 years old, an angel was here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 sniffs of Oxycontin
Everyday through the
Never away, never does it stop there
Death a line or two away and a tall cans
'Cause you never when God is gonna call, man
Precious, we all share
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 and dropped him off there?
Blaming myself, in hysterics, "It's not fair!"
21 old with a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides that in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we're all gonna quit
Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday
Then it's Wednesday, then it's "fuck it, I'm feeling hollow"
Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a
Might as well go pop a and go and band-aid that problem
And escape world, vacate this world
I hate myself
No praying's gonna cure pain

Doctor, please, give me a dose of the Dream
Put the pen and look in my eyes
We're in the waiting room and something right
All this is on you, over prescribed

For me and Kev
You end up in jail, institutions are
And with our lives, we 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 brother is in the sky
From a that a doctor prescribed
a drug deal a million dollar industry supplied
And the cops never go and profile at
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the top they sell to you
Has us looking for the answers and not of you
fix, whatever do
We just gonna neglect the
Because a doctor with a license played God and said cool
Played God and said it's
But me? I don't blame Kev or his mom freebasing pregnant with him
I blame the companies
And that spends trillions fighting the war they supplying themselves
Politicians and and jail
defenders and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, at Kevin
Now wrapped in plastic
First was his mom's medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and give him a
Focus, him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
'Til he's walking 'round the city like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions handing him
So America, is it really it? I'm asking you

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

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