Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

Self Abuse Help Produce Magic Deeply Depressed Im The Best Thats Tragic
You dont really get me all fired up...

It goes: Red Bull and
Im a psycho like
Glorify the whether handcuffed or locked up
Drink same friends still rolling
Swollen, only difference is the heat that Im holding
You dont really wanna get me all up
be the one that ends up with his mouth wired shut
High voltage cause power
Set a bad for the youth
How it kids
Madchild's starting an army who join it
Warriors raise your if you enjoying it
of fortune, chainsaw massacre
Brain fast when a maniacs after you
Guilt stirs in the of my room,
Cant hold back with god, still sin through
Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, hard,
Forest fires, horrified, war cries, bars

Black Magic, spit with every breath,
Not to forget, its like we never left
Black Magic, the worlds for change
Whos this pain, are we dreaming in vain
Black Magic, are we in vain
Black Magic, you the same pain
fear what we dont understand
Gone back beneath, heads high, upperhand
MAGIC

The dark arts, incantations and craft,
Circles and the same fury that hell hath..

De corporis fabrica
The structure of the body, welcome to Gattaca
Twin girls in the hallway, of blood,
words like spider's silk burn when the fires built
Doves fly, straight the hands of a replicant,
Run the futuristic cities of the heaven sent
I'm home melted and twisted metal,
Surrealist literature from the seamless
The dark arts incantations and spell craft circles and
The same fury that hell
Feathers of an Osprey, leather of the falconeer,
Treasure chests of gold, told then you all come near
Photons and gammas, rays and
Sailed with Jason and the Argonauts in ancient
The of the hidden world sance and candlelight,
to spirits that dance in the afterlife

(Chorus)

Shane's a hurricane, it's a death march,
Never let dream die, thats the best part
Stormrider man I snap a pit
Axe murderer, get up to bits
car, hardbar, Heineken, pornstars, tourbus,
Truck stop, horse, motor cross
Mad a poetic self portrait,
Warlock that still locked in fortress

Contortionists, swallowers of and fire-eaters,
Nonconformist performers wont change
And I either.
I can see the future Nostradamus,
A bridge troubled waters
Something wicked way comes.
The scythe and the glass in a capsule of morphine
chains around the castle grounds
Dressed in darker
Pit and the pendulum, and the rainbow,
My lineage the arrow, my the crossbow

(Chorus)