Luyện nghe bài hát Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An

Dickheads shit-talk, single-file
First-world frat-boys and skinheads
or mourn a murdered
who never walk a mile
in tiny woman's shoes.
Drink up and your abuse.
I'm still by it all:
busting and getting busy
around the same
(with Labonte's older
behind the
out in her Speedos),
that I was riding no hands,
Bella was flinching the sting
of a Proveran "family planning",
and a holocaust
her own Pearl
A prison my country in paradise.
25 to the rest of her life.
And in the of Santa Cruz,
she crossed her fingers her back.
where as night fell she
Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still
with a box her arm
'til the motherfucker sent her
and her uniform.
held der pledge of allegiance
She laid it at the
of embassy
and her whisper echoed a dawn
The truth will set my people
as she