កាប់

I'm sick right now

Cut down the soul

Only cutting and stabbing

Keep me like a slingshot

Someone really wants to cut, want to dig

When you're bored, just cut your cheek

Do not go to school, drink, have fun, do not worry about parents, cut, kick, kick, never recover

Try to cut the pipe

Man cuts tree to make boat

But you can cut our branches to make a house

I came to cut, hoping that I would feel better again

And the children cut off all the branches on the tree, very happy

This is the king's golden peacock meat that I stole and slaughtered.

If you are busy relieving yourself won't the enemy cut you up and kill you?

That our husband stole and slaughtered the king's peacock and ate it and let the king kill him because he abuses us

heart is like hundreds of pieces, it is difficult to endure the

massacring people and looting Khmer treasures.

I SLICE YOU OFF YOUR HORSE WITH MY SAMURAI

I am spinning my arms and legs, cut the branches have not yet called me down do not know

on the street, he always asks this phrase, he can walk one by one, he is helping an old man who is not cutting down a tree,

You planted it and they cut it down.

Walking around, they are being cut down, they are being caught.

Where are they slaughtering chickens and ducks?

Sharpen your knife.

Remember to cut the stone.

The car overturned and fell.

My heart is hurting like it's been cut.

Walking, cutting, stabbing, having fun ហ៊

Be careful to chase away

I cut, I dig, I grow, I grow.

The cutting edge is not sharp because of long work.

THIS WAY IS MESSY

He is a woman who cuts the sword of my brother

He is a woman who cuts the sword of my brother

He is a woman who cuts the sword of my brother

Oh! Some people are drunk and cut each other.

If you don't believe me, open your chest and let me cut it.

He is a woman who cuts the sword of my brother

I prepare bamboo, cut me, I make rafts

Not the bad guys, the mafia slashing samurai swords

Live like dead, why not cut me to pieces

Then the man took a chicken and slaughtered it for cooking. When he was about to eat,

Live like dead, why not cut me to pieces

Oh...believe it or not, I opened my chest to be cut.

Khmer stories are killing people. Khmer people must dare to talk.