Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral March

1]
Focus of an orchestra, dozen black
Energy of rock group, explosive
Half the appetite, the sacrifice
That's the path of light, to afterlife
Earthly primitive disturbing
Center of attention, feel my
Conquest original, to purify spirit
descend with a vengeance
My brothers blood with me
You hate on what I'd to be
It paralyzed force, I fly through my verse
I fly high in a parallel
Strange fascinations living in a
Where are just spit on become greatness
I'm antisocial, misplaced
I'm not your trophy, breeds obsession

Yesterday not exist
is made
Today is all is

2]
Lust for advancement, personal
Mentally psychedelic elements
Mad Child talk torture
Zolac to Zoltar, dirtbikes and
town iron-jawed angel
Danger's no foreigner, I strangers
Aqua, blue, scenery
Fascinated landscape, my mind's

3]
The danger's imminent, the blades are intricately
Placed inside our mouths, we spit them out at the
A blessed array, decayed, in every display,
Be selective of the you play
In the black marble banquet hall when I can't recall
down house of blue leaves, blood and snowfall
We're indestructible impossible
Competition stops breathing? I'm a possible

4]
The illusion is lifted, the of this life with shifted dimensions for the demented souls
Who hold pistols in of the last days suspended
Animation of the free revealed as a test but not yet
Not until the footsteps leave the green grass
After the coffin is in a soft pit of six feet of spirit form
You it feeling awful and nauseous
The angel of death just stomped you as you through the universal sauce
Your agnostic belief you your afterlife
of the grave as you approached by two blue-eyed angels
No halos and dark faces
Three questions, no than this
No guessing, only a rebel of God wanted the session in which case he see his place in hellfire