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?
It's Myra Hindley on the
Your very own anti-mother
she is, on the pages of The Star
Ain't that just the 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 screw her is a chance you miss
Let her suffer, give her is the verdict you gave
You just wait to piss on her grave
You that you're horrified
out that you care
But really you wish you had been there
You say you can't bear the of what she did
But you'd do it to her, see her dead
me, what is the difference between her and you
You say that you would her
Well, what else you do?
Don't you see the violence has no end?
Isn't by rules?
Don't you see as preaching
nothing but the fools
Fools step in where angels fear to
You see, to kill others is the ethic of the

The mug shot from the past
your fantasy can last and last
It gives you the chance to air your
Because she got first, you were too late
Hindley's crime was to do others think
Took her anger and her prejudice and pushed it to the
Then you goodly christian people, with your sickly of love
Would tear that woman limb from limb, you'd never get
So you the story alive, so you can make yourselves believe
That you are so much better her
But you aren't, that's GUILT laying there.