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 never a mile
in this woman's shoes.
up and mumble your abuse.
I'm still by it all:
busting windows and busy
around the time
(with Labonte's sister
the sportsplex
out in her Speedos),
that I was riding no hands,
was flinching from the sting
of a Depo "family planning",
and a spanning
her own Pearl
A prison my underwrote in paradise.
25 years to the of her life.
And in the of Santa Cruz,
she crossed her fingers her back.
where as night fell she
Built a Trojan horse and lay still
a box under her arm
'til the sent her north
and her uniform.
held der pledge of allegiance
She laid it at the
of embassy
and her echoed into a dawn
The truth will set my people
as she