Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Ditch

Life's a bitch, you die, black Hell
Hell's Ditch, howling freedom
The killer's hands are bound chains

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

Genet's feeling dick
The guy in the bunk above sick
In the cell door the lunatic
Starts for his mother

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

I hear the screams from up above
If it a fist, it isn't love
As for our lady, she kneels
Her neck is bent, the blade comes

Doing, there the breakfast bell
Back from Heaven, back to
Naked howling freedom, Hell's