Luyện nghe bài hát Aztec Priests Song

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

At an temples opening day,
We would please the gods this way.
Hoards of enemies slay,
sacrifice.

To win at war, make crops more,
To cure our kids ill.
The sun to shine, this to rhyme,
victims we must kill.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You won't survive! You survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

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

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

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

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Don't cross us Aztecz, we ya!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Or end up as fertiliser!
Yeahhhhh!

Our year starts in november, when priestly member,
Is if they'll remember, our Aztec dead.
We do this if you haven't guessed, by something off your chest,
Your would proberbly be best, or else your head.
And on our year planners, it's the raising of the banners,
And only polite manners, to kill more guys.

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

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You won't survive! You survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

staying alive! Ain't staying alive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Want to live you're old?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Avoid us priests, been told!