Luyện nghe bài hát Mother-earth

Mother? Mother?
Chorus: the anti-mother, mother is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that
It's Myra Hindley on the
Your own sweet anti-mother
she is, on the pages of The Star
Ain't that just the place you wish you
Let her rot in hell, is what you
Let her rot, let her starve, see her dead
Let her out but don't forget to you where she is
The chance to her is a chance you wouldn't miss
Let her suffer, give her is the verdict you gave
You just can't wait to on her grave
You pretend you're horrified
out that you care
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, 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 the violence has no end?
Isn't limited by
Don't you see as angels
You're nothing but the
Fools step in where angels to tread
You see, to kill is the ethic of the dead

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