Luyện nghe bài hát Mother-earth

Mother? Mother?
Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is that
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is you?
Myra Hindley on the cover
Your very own sweet
There she is, on the of The Star
Ain't just the place you wish you were?
Let her rot in hell, is what you
Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her
Let her out but don't to tell you where she is
The chance to her is a chance you wouldn't miss
Let her suffer, give her pain is the verdict you
You just can't to piss on her grave
You pretend that horrified
Make out that you
But really you wish that you had been
You say you bear the thought of what she did
But you'd do it to her, see her dead
Tell me, is the difference between her and you
You say that you kill her
Well, what else you do?
Don't you see that the has no end?
Isn't by rules?
Don't you see as preaching
You're but the fools
Fools step in where angels fear to
You see, to kill others is the ethic of the

The single mug shot from the
Ensures your fantasy can last and
It you the chance to air your hate
Because she got first, you were too late
crime was to do what others think
Took her and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink
you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love
Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd get enough
So you keep the alive, so you can make yourselves believe
That you are so much better her
But you aren't, YOUR GUILT laying there.