Luyện nghe bài hát Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An

Dickheads shit-talk, single-file
First-world and prairie skinheads
or mourn a friend
who will walk a mile
in tiny woman's shoes.
Drink up and mumble abuse.
I'm humbled by it all:
busting windows and busy
around the time
(with older sister
behind the
out in her Speedos),
that I was riding no hands,
Bella was from the sting
of a Depo "family planning",
and a holocaust
her own Harbour
A my country underwrote in paradise.
25 to the rest of her life.
And in the shadows of Cruz,
she crossed her behind her back.
where as night fell she
Suharto a Trojan horse and lay still
with a box her arm
'til the sent her north
and her uniform.
that held der pledge of
She it at the gates
of embassy
and her echoed into a dawn
The truth will set my people
as she