Luyện nghe bài hát Hell's Ditch

Life's a bitch, then you die, Hell
Hell's Ditch, naked howling
The killer's hands are bound chains

At six o'clock, it to rain
He'll never see the dawn
Our lady of the

feeling Ramon's dick
The guy in the bunk gets sick
In the cell next door the
Starts screaming for his

Black dildo, black
As the cops ridiculed my gel
A mugshot, I remember
Little man, you suffered

I could hear the screams from up
If it ain't a fist, it isn't
As for our lady, she kneels
Her neck is bent, the comes down

Doing, there goes the breakfast
Back Heaven, back to Hell
howling freedom, Hell's Ditch