Luyện nghe bài hát Huge Gold AK-47

those decadent war swans, with half drawn,
slinging soaked carols at the slave ship sun.
gold 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.
another day of domination.
toast day of demolition.
100 million sound systems squeal your name's pouding rhythms.
huge ak-47!
gold ak-47!
you're alone, to a picked-clean bone, and your skull echoes...
we'll take what the we want!
pluck your piece by piece.
we'll what the fuck we want!
songs of your youth by beat.
take what the fuck we want!
wipe the color your scenery.
we'll take what the we want!
your seasons indefinitely.
oh, there's a field your face with breezes sweet as chardonnay,
dangling from willow branches.
but the soldiers it from your skin, cracked its ribs in the kitchen,
dressed it in and pissed on every inch.
we like insects built of wood and wires blowing out cities like birthday candles.