Luyện nghe bài hát Huge Gold AK-47

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