Luyện nghe bài hát Mother-earth

Mother? Mother?
Chorus: She's the anti-mother, is that you?
She's the anti-mother, mother, is that you?
Myra Hindley on the cover
Your own sweet anti-mother
There she is, on the pages of The
Ain't that just the place you wish you
Let her rot in hell, is what you
Let her rot, let her starve, see her dead
Let her out but don't forget to tell you she is
The chance to screw her is a chance you wouldn't
Let her suffer, her pain is the verdict you gave
You just wait to piss on her grave
You pretend that you're
Make out that you
But really you wish you had been there
You say you can't bear the thought of she did
But do it to her, you'd see her dead
Tell me, what is the between her and you
You say that you kill her
Well, what else 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 in where angels fear to tread
You see, to kill is the ethic of the dead

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