Luyện nghe bài hát From Hunger

It's your fault, sweet mother
I was raised in the days
Of the craze
But the taste of loving udder
Was replaced by
Dried cow puss and
And now a hunger still
A hunger that never satisfied

I'm through life
From
I writhe for
With a I can hide my eyes
I'm searching for a mighty
Housed with a mighty
And from this base of
I would the nation

But who would rely
On a such as i
I'll be twit
For a of tittie

And still that hunger thrive
A that I've never satisfied