Luyện nghe bài hát Aztec Priests Song

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

At an Aztec temples day,
We priest would the gods this way.
Hoards of we'd slay,
sacrifice.

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

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You won't survive! You survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

staying alive! Ain't staying alive!
Yeahhh!

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

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

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Don't us Aztecz, we advise ya!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Or end up as fertiliser!
Yeahhhhh!

Our year starts in november, when priestly member,
Is asked if they'll remember, our dead.
We do this if you haven't guessed, by something off your chest,
heart would proberbly be best, or else your head.
And then on our year planners, it's the 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,
It's only halfway through the year, bet you're queasy.
In autumn time, we sweep our home and kill some 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!

Ain't staying alive! Ain't alive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Want to until you're old?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Avoid us priests, been told!