Luyện nghe bài hát A Message to the Ill

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I got a message for the wicked before I lose
Satellites, they might decode it, and try to dismiss it
sad to say, the least, but most wouldn't listen
Call me liar, call me heathen, while they snatch up [?]
You're not a human, just cattle, and roamin' the pen
Send you to the slaughterhouse; house, let us in
Partners in the brotherhood, you devils sin
Use celebrities as gold caste to get you to worship
Use the owl as your mascot, tryin' to a way to pass God
But your wouldn't last long, corporate slaves to the cash crop
Bleed us to the last drop, then us to the grass plot
Slowly, killing my seeds; bringin' disease; if not physically, then mentally
Playing to seize; not thirty-three, take it to the ninety degrees
Death-wish to your flesh, a royal decree
ain't a culture, it's a contract of man
Sell you all the lies in the to kill off Pakistan
Chimera's all in your vaccines to kill off your
And Bill Gates the plan, while you pay for the mission
is in the water, to keep you dumb and sterile
Same shit that's in Prozac, our planet's in
don't want a cure for cancer, they just want you to die
Think they care about us people? Wake up, all a lie
The great and oppression, master-slave dialectics
Aliens divide and conquer, they try to misdirect it
I'm reflecting on my path, cause a road less traveled
follow the money, and watch, the curtain unravel
Don't let the fool you, cause they worship Kabbalah
Popes don't the Bible, they don't love God at all
The for power's evil, the wolves in sheep's clothing
Revelations in real, they carrying out the notion
Genocide of the masses, it's us them
Pick up [?], the Georgia Guide-stones, five-hundred million
It's not a theory, it's written in blood
in the war-zones over oil and drugs
Except the altar's now a battlefield, in slugs
thing you know, the illness is on monkeys and bugs
They almost had us the Plague, but we had to survive
Funny how it was Doctor who prophesized
It ain't one, but many,
Demons on every channel; sell your soul to that device
And if you trust in God, then why's the on the dollar bill
And symbols on corporate logos and sigils
I see it all unfolding, to inbred reptilians
This is all fixed, to kill off civilians
And in the end, the devils will lose, just look for the
Be strong my brethren, and don't let confuse you
You who you should pray to
Spread the message worldwide, and know the true God will you
Don't let enslave you; you know who made you..