Luyện nghe bài hát 44 Magnum Opus

Can't my anger
Won't control my rage, my blood lust be sated
I'm locked and and ready to engage
Killing everything I've ever

A Van Gogh with a gun
to paint his masterpiece
Blow the world oblivion
Paint the blood of the diseased

Fire away, put body on display
Build myself a tower of
A symphony written in debris
Art and murder synonymy

No appeal, no, I got a raw
I don't give a
One thing is clear, got a deaf ear
You shut your mouth and duck

When I get a taste of laying to waste
My hunger won't
I won't ever stop till the last drops
Let the bullet be my

The of vice
In my bloody
A of gore, my .44 Magnum
My .44 magnum

Bodies are the canvas, is the vision
For my work of art
I'm waging my own
Tearing everything

I'm building a monument to
A temple so
Remembrance to I've massacred
is the grand design

People stare in disbelief and awe
When they see what created
Still life, no beautiful and raw
The world will be

Never have they seen so ambitious
Like nothing before
A work so and vicious
A of gore