Luyện nghe bài hát Aztec Priests Song

We're priests so mind your head,
Our prisoners always up dead.
Our colour is blood red,
not nice.

At an Aztec opening day,
We priest please the gods this way.
of enemies we'd slay,
sacrifice.

To win at war, crops grow more,
To cure our when ill.
The sun to shine, song to rhyme,
victims we must kill.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You survive! You won't survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ain't alive! Ain't staying alive!
Yeahhh!

scarifice, we priest appease,
Our gods each big cheese.
Lets it for your favourits please! Haaa!

We're doing it for Toci, the Aztec goddess of the heart,
We're doing it for Chantigo, goddess who volcanoes start.
We're it for Itzli, the goddess of stone knives.
doing it for Itzpapalotlometeotlchiconahuiehecatl,
Errr? Some gods great lives!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

cross us Aztecz, we advise ya!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Or end up as fertiliser!
Yeahhhhh!

Our year in november, when every priestly member,
Is asked if they'll remember, our dead.
We do this if you guessed, by getting something off your chest,
Your heart would proberbly be best, or else head.
And on our year planners, it's the raising of the banners,
And it's polite manners, to kill more guys.

December and January, desmembering vary,
All you to know, is that we pill them high.
May and June, it's summer time, the is easy,
only halfway through the year, bet you're feeling queasy.
In autumn time, we sweep our home and some more but then,
By late October, the over, then it starts up again!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You survive! You won't survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ain't staying alive! Ain't alive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Want to live until old?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Avoid us priests, been told!