Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Ditch

Life's a bitch, then you die, Hell
Ditch, naked howling freedom
The killer's hands are with chains

At six o'clock, it starts to
He'll never see the again
Our of the flowers

Genet's feeling Ramon's
The guy in the bunk gets sick
In the cell door the lunatic
Starts screaming for his

Black dildo, Hell
As the Spanish cops my gel
A mugshot, I well
man, you have suffered

I could hear the screams from up
If it ain't a fist, it isn't
As for our lady, she down
Her neck is bent, the blade down

Doing, goes the breakfast bell
Back from Heaven, back to
Naked freedom, Hell's Ditch