Luyện nghe bài hát Wretch

Chews the fat his creator
Over breakfast in the
Though when he grace, when he says grace
He feels enveloped a shadow

But are evenings
There are evenings when
Decimated world of movement, and form
Gets thin and getting

lights are dim and getting dimmer
When nights are grim and they're only
getting grimmer

As they their boulders
And martyr soldiers
Teach a man to tear her fucking
From her shoulders

Held into the sun, by the threads of her
By the threads of her
By the threads of her
They impart a secret hatred from their to their heirs

In a left unbroken, oh
On a bed bound and
Bound, and gagged

culture, language, myth and law
Our goddess birth
Our goddess gave to your god

On a bed bound and
culture, language, myth and law
From a wounded womb where was scarred and raw

Our gave birth to your god
Our goddess gave to your god
Our gave birth to your god
Our goddess gave birth to your god,

Culture, language, and law
womb and scarred and raw
(Our goddess birth)
Culture, language, and law
Wounded and scarred and raw
(Our goddess gave to your god)