Luyện nghe bài hát Black Metal Sabbath

Black of the mortal
Sabbath held in thy honor, the anti-god
Is there sacred? Is there nothing pure?
Cool winds are abound me from fire well breath

Embracing the myth, I am to believe
the evil, everything that surrounds who I am

Smoke will rise from the graves of our elders slain
Crack the whip, night draws near, darkness me whole
Worship upon the dead, praise all
Satan summon ancients forces arise

Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub suck my balls

Corpses' rise from your tomb, paint thy light dark
Is there nothing sacred? Sexual urge for the
War, holy war, infernal names invoke the
The end of man has to pass, goatwhore shall reign supreme

Lust for the dead in the cold night, a chill grasps my
I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall, a bowl
Read thy necronomicon, balls of fire, from the pyre
Of unholiness in my mind, abaudahdine is
To behold metal sabbath

Shootin' up to get my
This time I think I'll too much
Barely breathing, profusely
I'd get my gun, if I could
and put myself in the

Take a pill get all low, high you jones
convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale
Writhing in sweat, death comes for you
Slicing your as you die you now want to live