Luyện nghe bài hát O.d.h.g.a.b.f.e.

Hate, falling feet to the ground
Face down on the cold floor of a well SF, pigsty I met my one true love
Feel youth crushed somewhere concrete and boot
victim of the lower hate
You are not my God, you think is funny, don't you, pig?

How the helpless freak squirms beneath our state soles
But what is he at?
There was nothing padded a wagon full of mace
Rotator cuff hyper behind my back
Ribs cracking a rain of

Sticks and falling down like the rain outside
Oh yeah, bitch, I'm gonna your face, your name, your number
And when I crawl out of this hole I'm going to you all mine
Auschwitz, Kent State 68, Tianamen, Waco