Luyện nghe bài hát O.d.h.g.a.b.f.e.

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

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

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