Luyện nghe bài hát Mate Ka Moris Ukun Rasik An

Dickheads shit-talk, huddled
frat-boys and prairie skinheads
or a murdered friend
who will walk a mile
in this woman's shoes.
Drink up and your abuse.
I'm humbled by it all:
busting windows and busy
the same time
(with older sister
the sportsplex
out in her Speedos),
that I was riding no hands,
Bella was flinching the sting
of a Depo "family planning",
and a spanning
her own Harbour
A prison my underwrote in paradise.
25 years to the of her life.
And in the shadows of Cruz,
she crossed her behind her back.
where as night fell she
Built Suharto a Trojan horse and lay
with a box her arm
'til the sent her north
and her uniform.
that held der pledge of
She laid it at the
of embassy
and her whisper into a dawn
The truth will set my free
as she