Luyện nghe bài hát Aztec Priests Song

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

At an Aztec temples day,
We priest please 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, this 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!

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

We're doing it for Toci, the 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 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, every priestly member,
Is asked if they'll remember, our dead.
We do this if you haven't guessed, by getting off your chest,
heart would proberbly be best, or else your head.
And then on our year planners, the raising of the banners,
And only polite manners, to kill more guys.

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

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

You won't survive! You survive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ain't staying alive! staying alive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

to live until you're old?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Avoid us priests, been told!