Xia Han Ming
It doesn't matter if you behead,
As long as the doctrine is true.
Kill Xia,
And the afterlife.
Folk songs (for children)
Xia Han Ming
People's homes are dark and dense,
The official family is brightly lit.
The pot is in the air,
Officials eat soup medicine.
The more you kill, the greater your courage.
I'm not afraid to kill you.
If you don't kill Chiang Kai-shek,
Why thank the world!
rhyme
Xia Han Ming
Black and private house, frowning,
A lamp in the official residence.
The pot is in the air,
Officials eat jiaozi.
The more you kill, the bigger it gets.
Wild things are not afraid.
Chop Chiang Kai-shek's thief,
Apologize for what!
goldfish
Xia Han Ming
Fish can be free,
Man is a prisoner.
My "Confessions" Book
Chen ran
The heavy chain was ringing at his feet,
You can hold the whip high,
I don't need any confession,
Even if the chest is facing the bloody bayonet!
People can't lower their noble heads,
Only those who are afraid of death beg for "freedom"
What is torture?
Death can't make me talk!
I laugh at death,
The devil's palace swayed in laughter;
This is my confession of party member.
Sing a victory song
Bury the Chiang dynasty!