Luyện nghe bài hát A Message to the Ill

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I got a message for the wicked I lose transmission
Satellites, they might decode it, and then try to it
It's sad to say, the least, but wouldn't listen
Call me liar, call me heathen, they snatch up your [?]
You're not a human, you're just cattle, and 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 find a way to God
But your powers wouldn't last long, slaves to the cash crop
Bleed us to the last drop, then send us to the plot
Slowly, killing my seeds; steady bringin' disease; if not physically, then
Playing to not thirty-three, they take it to the ninety degrees
Death-wish to flesh, it's a royal decree
ain't a culture, it's a contract of man
Sell you all the lies in the world to off Pakistan
Chimera's all in your vaccines to off your children
And Bill 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 a cure for cancer, they just want you to die
Think they care about us Wake up, it's all a lie
The great deception and oppression, dialectics
Aliens and conquer, they just try to misdirect it
I'm reflecting on my path, cause it's a less traveled
Just follow the money, and watch, the curtain
let the pagans fool you, cause they worship Kabbalah
Popes don't the Bible, they don't love God at all
The thirst for power's evil, the wolves in clothing
Revelations in real, cause they out the notion
of the masses, it's us versus them
Pick up [?], check the Guide-stones, five-hundred million
It's not a conspiracy theory, it's in blood
in the war-zones over oil and drugs
Except the altar's now a battlefield, covered in
Next thing you know, the illness is on monkeys and
They almost had us with the Plague, but we had to
how it was Doctor Nostradamus who prophesized
It ain't one, but many,
Demons on every channel; sell your soul to that device
And if you trust in God, why's the pyramid on the dollar bill
And on corporate logos and magic sigils
I see it all unfolding, thanks to inbred
matrix is all fixed, to kill off civilians
And in the end, the devils will lose, just look for the
Be my brethren, and don't let them confuse you
You who you should pray to
Spread the message worldwide, and know the God will save you
Don't let them you; you know who made you..