Luyện nghe bài hát Mother-earth

Mother? Mother?
She's the anti-mother, mother is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is you?
It's Myra Hindley on the
Your own sweet anti-mother
she is, on the pages of The Star
Ain't just the place you wish you were?
Let her rot in hell, is you said
Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her
Let her out but forget to tell you where she is
The chance to screw her is a chance you miss
Let her suffer, her pain 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, you'd see her
Tell me, is the difference between her and you
You say that you would her
Well, what would you do?
Don't you see that the violence has no
Isn't by rules?
you see as angels preaching
You're but the fools
Fools step in where angels to tread
You see, to kill others is the of the dead

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