Luyện nghe bài hát Wretch

Chews the fat with his
Over in the sunlight
when he says grace, when he says grace
He feels enveloped like a

But there are
are evenings when this
Decimated of movement, color and form
Gets thin and getting

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

As they barter boulders
And martyr their
Teach a man to tear her fucking
her goddamn shoulders

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

In a silence unbroken, oh
On a bed bound and
Bound, bound and

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

On a bed bound and
With culture, language, and law
a wounded womb where flesh was scarred and raw

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

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