Luyện nghe bài hát Funeral March

1]
Focus of an orchestra, dozen black
of rock group, symphony's explosive
Half the appetite, that's the
That's the of light, laugh to afterlife
Earthly primitive disturbing
Center of attention, feel my
original, intent to purify spirit
Regiment descend with a
My shed blood with me
You hate on I'd love to be
It paralyzed force, I fly through my verse
I fly high in a universe
Strange living in a world
Where children are just on become greatness
I'm antisocial, aggression
I'm not your trophy, love breeds

Yesterday does not
is made
Today is all is

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

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

4]
The illusion is lifted, the mist of this with shifted dimensions for the demented souls
Who pistols in suspense of the last days suspended
of the free will revealed as a test but not yet
Not until the last leave the green grass
After the coffin is tossed in a soft pit of six feet of spirit
You watch it awful and nauseous
The of death just stomped you as you crossed through the universal sauce
Your agnostic belief you your afterlife
Punishment of the grave as you approached by two angels
No halos and dark expressionless
Three questions, no less than
No guessing, only a rebel of God wanted the session in which case he will see his in hellfire