Luyện nghe bài hát Production

This man may have a load to prove
He's got to settle a against the groove
orgasm, endless joy and pain
Like thunder to my ears, a holy rain

An aural wall of waking, a wash in paint
And a digging of the flowers in your
Electric rays of healing the feeling
Of hatred the things you say I ain't

Fear a man-child, his and semen
thoughts he thinks forever
Heard you caused a landslide, walking
Saw you slide the man-child under coat

of your generation
Product of masturbation
Product of a plan
of a holy man

Product of
of decaying minds
Product of your corruption
of, production, production