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, crops grow more,
To cure our kids ill.
The sun to shine, song to rhyme,
More victims we kill.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You won't survive! You survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ain't staying alive! staying alive!
Yeahhh!

scarifice, we priest appease,
Our each powerful big cheese.
Lets 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, goddess who volcanoes start.
We're doing it for Itzli, the of stone knives.
We're it for Itzpapalotlometeotlchiconahuiehecatl,
Errr? Some other great 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 if they'll remember, our Aztec dead.
We do this if you guessed, by getting something off your chest,
Your heart proberbly be best, or else your head.
And then on our year planners, it's the of the banners,
And it's only manners, to kill more guys.

December and January, methods vary,
All you need to know, is we pill them high.
May and June, summer time, the killing is easy,
only halfway through the year, bet you're feeling queasy.
In time, we sweep our home and kill some more but then,
By late October, the killings over, then it 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!

to live until you're old?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Avoid us priests, you've told!