Luyện nghe bài hát Guitarred and Feathered

This is a cause for celebration here in the of the swarm
The situation demands we raise our glasses
In honor of the spokesman weve to the floor
Give us your headline hymns and your verse

not partnered with the half-hearted anymore
Out legs are spread wide
Our heads are splitting at the seams
And we all know youre in the idioms of grief

We are of the kind of love about which
Only the can speak
him the microphone let him sing
The triumph of the to all his loyal psychofanatics

We all to the fire
Once the walls come rushing down for
I can say it than you felt it
And I can be it bigger than you it

I lived a day of my life apart
From the one that everyones read
Ill de-evolution
I was bred for the cover page of your magazines

Ive been fatted up for the
Sweet talker, youre goddamn, right, Im a blessed
I can show you all how to have a time
I know why you here

But neither of us will get what you out of me
This room has one too many laureates so Im keeping my
Every candidate ends his with a clich
And the paths of glory to nowhere but the grave

Ive spoiled rotten
Every thought Ive authored had
Not everything is poetry but I convince you of that
Ive been and quartered, Ive been twice picked over

And its sickening what youve come here to celebrate
Fuck, yeah, were gonna tonight
I am capable of the kind of love about which only the
And the bound can weep