Luyện nghe bài hát Flaming Swords

My sons, absolutes, and
I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the
(continues preaching)

Arch
We got the kingston young ones over there running
They seem to have a problem and it's a bad one
Ahh man, sunz of man teaching
Got the children over here, teaching them the
And the real one
Ahh man now we got the ? ? ? ? over
The of man solving problems, yo this the right one

1:
Guess is the end, whatever how never, depart clever
But not to be real or to be severed
A double-header, the black respecta
wreck from whatever soul, clever, from chives to chedders
For the first setter who it wetter
Well I can it better
In a you letta
Black soggin, treaty, the
minted, chedder, promisary and lettered
New order, enough to kill or be killed measurers
Take you beyond the heist, so
Doin out italy to mexico
Now who be the to go
Will it be sam, will it be fran, or it be cisco
Or strictly back to
However one and my own one, soo
Never pet yo, full pro
The most sensitive intensity the world could expect, yo
two steels
To keep it I remember we used to pick cotton out of fields
Got it got it down, yo

2:
As I break yo fuckin into pieces
And make ya the sweetest
Punch a hole ya cleavage
By the way howard
I hope you baptized
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with two eyes
And broken legs, a broken hip, and an iv to ya arm
I remain calm, for the
As I shake my javelin up in ya
And then I grab ya
And his fuckin back, watch him collapse
And my servants clap, a standing from the whole nation
Yall more, I crank the chainsaw
Next ya knowin, his head start rollin
His body swollen, his fuckin is stolen
No more groin or colon, just moaning and groaning
Exciting, of the titings, thunder and lighting
Reveal the sword of the viking, it's
Put down yo they'll be no fighting
Just sacrificing, tonight is a good night to take yo
And leave your carcass in the
the jackals prowl upon your grave
Yo a howl from the cave
I snatch out your arms and give to your moms
Sing along sing sing along

3:
Storm in my fiery harbor, til it get
Silver melt in your heart
Then we begin to march, we rip this whole fuckin world apart

4:
My team be strong, we right or wrong
Death calm, sweet wit a charm
As I speak from the throne in my
My samurai sword made of chop through ya level
in the mist, hate we exist
Clique my fist, punch you in your shit
murderous, sordid justice
Judge those who bitch, cut those who
Modern egypt, presidents
measurements got us dead on cement
Robbin for rent, guage in the
Slave since, return of the prince
the great, never go for bait
Sunz of man plan, gold in every
From to libya deliver ya sword to the bombery
My armory run the
Rule is our
The deaf dumb me
love peace and honesty
The thugs on the street to eat
Cover you sheets, we bury you in beats
Fasten my seatbelt my flame is soft
We like a stealth and give food for health
Not a of me...

5:
Watching enemies stare, floats in the air
If I have to yo I just wont care
We roll in pairs, machines, movin supreme
My team gleam, like and gasoline
fanatic, seven slugs punctured the attic
He a tread, it was passed the asking
In a bad position, ya should of to yo fuckin religion
Im worse than prison, yo bones to the pigeons
The with the codse of honor
You want drama? I'll yo and yo mama...

(reverend talks end)