Luyện nghe bài hát Mother-earth

Mother? Mother?
Chorus: She's the anti-mother, mother is you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, mother is that
Myra Hindley on the cover
Your very own anti-mother
she is, on the pages of The Star
Ain't just the place you wish you were?
Let her rot in hell, is you said
Let her rot, let her starve, you'd see her
Let her out but don't to tell you where she is
The chance to screw her is a chance you miss
Let her suffer, give her pain is the you gave
You just can't wait to piss on her
You pretend you're horrified
out that you care
But really you that you had been there
You say you can't bear the thought of she did
But you'd do it to her, see her dead
Tell me, what is the between her and you
You say you would kill her
Well, what would you do?
Don't you see the violence has no end?
limited by rules?
Don't you see as angels
You're but the fools
Fools step in where angels to tread
You see, to others is the ethic of the dead

The mug shot from the past
your fantasy can last and last
It you the chance to air your hate
Because she got there first, you were too
Hindley's crime was to do what others
Took her and her prejudice and pushed it to the brink
you goodly christian people, with your sickly mask of love
Would tear that woman from limb, you'd never get enough
So you keep the story alive, so you can yourselves believe
That you are so better than her
But you aren't, YOUR GUILT laying there.