Luyện nghe bài hát Goblet Of Gore

As the we all know who writhed on a crucifix
I too have been sacrificed by death and her
the grail to make a wish and drink from the goblet of gore
Souls are but small giblets death care for more?
In my anger ten more pills shall I gather seven
Lock the horns into call upon the human race
And I would bitch which art in heaven above hallowed be thy name
Thy violence come mayhem be on Earth as it has in Rome
Give us this day our gore forgive us for being poor
Cause maybe if we pay enough we can upon the whore!
I met an side of myself he said I don't know all but I'm learning
I'm tired of quiet revolution I a violent yearning
So gather masses be masters of your fate
Be all that you sow there is war in the I am the master of hate
Delivering the BLOW!!!
We the shall destroy!!!
The whore my lord she shall not want she eateth I wield
She creates the bondage we are sheep in her
Her cup over with my blood and she wants more
Death I am filthy grail your GOBLET OF GORE...
All that I sow... of horrorshow!