Luyện nghe bài hát Aztec Priests Song

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

At an temples opening day,
We would please 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, this to rhyme,
More we must 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 gods each big cheese.
Lets hear it for your please! Haaa!

We're doing it for Toci, the Aztec goddess of the heart,
We're doing it for Chantigo, goddess who makes start.
We're doing it for Itzli, the of stone knives.
doing it for Itzpapalotlometeotlchiconahuiehecatl,
Errr? Some gods 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 every member,
Is asked if remember, our Aztec dead.
We do this if you haven't guessed, by getting off your chest,
Your heart would proberbly be best, or your head.
And then on our year planners, the raising of the banners,
And it's only polite manners, to kill guys.

December and January, methods vary,
All you need to know, is that we them high.
May and June, it's time, the killing is easy,
It's only halfway 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!

staying alive! Ain't staying alive!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Want to live until old?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

us priests, you've been told!