Luyện nghe bài hát Huge Gold AK-47

those decadent war swans, faces half drawn,
slinging soaked carols at the slave ship sun.
huge ak-47!
huge ak-47!
c'mon, its 4am kick down the gate and your ammo like champagne.
tie up your and throw them in the trunk!
in pitch-black basements, starve your suns.
toast day of domination.
toast day of demolition.
100 million sound systems squeal your name's pouding rhythms.
gold ak-47!
huge ak-47!
alone, handcuffed to a picked-clean bone, and your skull echoes...
we'll what the fuck we want!
pluck your landscapes by piece.
take what the fuck we want!
songs of your beat by beat.
we'll what the fuck we want!
wipe the color from scenery.
take what the fuck we want!
suck seasons indefinitely.
oh, a field inside your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay,
violins dangling willow branches.
but the soldiers it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen,
it in drag and pissed on every inch.
we march like insects built of wood and wires blowing out like birthday candles.