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 oiled SF, pigsty I met my one true love
Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and
Another victim of the lower
You are not my God, you think is funny, don't you, pig?

How the helpless freak squirms beneath our state sanctioned
But is he laughing at?
There was nothing about a wagon full of mace
Rotator cuff extends behind my back
Ribs cracking a rain of

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