Luyện nghe bài hát A Oris Manes

Why do fall?

In this day I shuffle your madness, show the card, the you will see.
As is right I'll make you this bitter prophecy.

Mouths be your favourite weapons, but you blab and fill'em woth cocks.
Men like you could with a gaze only scrap or clocks.

Ancestors still up from Hell, and blood is raining like spears.
Their sixth sense is out with anger its harsh objection.

Ears blow up as you bullshits on, taking this excuse to be deaf.
Rather than open them you will mourn but the dead.

Really smells like carcass, and you still pretend is incense.
Your hands of shinings gems can shit while they pray the saints.

Ancestors still bring up from Hell, and blood is like spears.
Their sixth is crying out with anger its harsh objection.

They are sad souls.
souls
(x3) souls!!!