Luyện nghe bài hát A Message to the Ill

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