Luyện nghe bài hát Clowns Of Death

I'm the one who upon the weakest
And the weakest preys
Upon the one underneath

I'm the one who see
The waves of human
And the tides that the day

I'm the one who
Turns and away
and looks away

Because after all, we are only
Because all, we are only boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys

We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys
be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be

I'm the one treads
The weaker
Those I can find

And there'll be some others
Who could march along in line,
March along in

And, we'll move upon the
In a massive wave
And we'll and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some

Because after all, we are boys
after all, we are only boys
We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be

We'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys
We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys

The clowns of death are marching on their hideous
Their glaring are filled with hate but I am not afraid
Their painted faces cracked with age, their old and worn
With tattered wings and toothy to amplify their scorn

looking for the helpless ones
They're looking for the
They prey upon the weak and
The and the freaks of nature

And when the come upon one who's lost or is
smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow
Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious
And with a scream they pounce to kill and all the while laughing

I'm the one treads upon the weaker
Those that I can
And there'll always be some
Who will march in line

And we'll move upon the
In a tidal wave
And we'll and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some

Because after all, we are boys
Because all, we are only boys
be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys

We'll be boys, we'll be boys, be boys
be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be boys
We'll be boys, we'll be boys, we'll be

The clowns of death are marching on their parade
Their glaring eyes are with hate but I am not afraid
Their faces cracked with age, their makeup old and worn
With tattered wings and toothy grins to amplify their

They're looking for the ones
They're looking for the
They prey the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of

Your and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds
They'll catch them when not around and smash their little heads
If you think it just a dream or that it fair
Just look around your door, the clowns are everywhere