Luyện nghe bài hát Devastator

Neon black grope the skyline.
Neon cocks rot into poison wine.
Neon black on the mass grave.
black corpses, stacked, eclipse the horizon.
Neon whip, war gang hiss;
while Devastator sips from the chalice.
Neon black lemonade drip drips from his grin with cool charm,
and opulence.

The bayonets clamor on all night, hemming scars the hillside.
Devastator sleeps under sheets.
"Death campaigns are a gold mine."
And all the swine at the cabaret lick their lips as clap along.
Devastator, in a negligee, a strip tease while he sings this song:
"Everybody a little Devastation!"

Neon black in the garden.
All the blossom into skulls this season.
Neon branches hanging from the trees.
Every is empty, robbed of pleasant memories.

The fields are fresh cut bruises.
Devastator violates dirty fingers.
black flames cook the calm air.
The party's over, what was your gift?
Neon black future charging like a bull a funeral bouqet ready to explode.