Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral March

1]
Focus of an orchestra, dozen roses
Energy of rock group, explosive
Half the appetite, that's the
That's the of light, laugh to afterlife
primitive disturbing images
Center of attention, my inner-tension
original, intent to purify spirit
Regiment with a vengeance
My brothers shed blood me
You hate on what I'd to be
It paralyzed force, I fly through my verse
I fly in a parallel universe
fascinations living in a world
Where children are spit on become greatness
I'm antisocial, aggression
I'm not your trophy, breeds obsession

Yesterday not exist
is made
Today is all is

2]
Lust for advancement, development
Mentally elevate psychedelic
Isolated Mad Child torture
to Zoltar, dirtbikes and go-karts
Dark iron-jawed angel
Danger's no foreigner, I strangers
Aqua, blue, turquoise-ingrained
Fascinated landscape, my mind's

3]
The imminent, the razor blades are intricately
Placed inside our mouths, we spit out at the belligerent
A array, decrepit decayed, in every display,
Be selective of the you play
In the black banquet hall back when I can't recall
Show down house of blue leaves, and snowfall
indestructible impossible odds
Competition stops I'm a possible cause

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