Luyện nghe bài hát Iceland

A plate steel was fired
And I did not for my compatriots
Hated even the of myself
Not a matter of
It was fear of weakness in core of myself
The fact was out of...
[Mounting orations/What
[Dumb emulations]
To be humbled in
Sing of legend, of destruction
the last of the god-men
Hear about Jonsson *
Cast the against your own soul
There is not more time to go
Work hours for the good of the soul
And be in Iceland
Sit in the gold
down flat in the Cafe Iol*
Without a from the clientele
Your coffee as well,
Hair blond as
Cast the runes against your own
Roll up for the underpants
And be humbled in
And the of the volcano
Is thick and
the people around it.
See a green goblin redhead,
Make a grab for the of prayers.
Do for a bit of attention
Get humbled in
the goddamn fuck is it?
That played the pipes of
A Memorex for the
That induces this rough
And the runes against the self-soul
And in Iceland
[* Megas Jonsson is considered to be "the father of
rock'n'roll"; he "ridiculed the Sagas of [Iceland], wrote
scathing,
surreal lyrics, got heavily into booze and drugs, was from radio
and shunned by society. In 1979 he released a album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and performed in
public since he's now a worker." -- from Colin Irwin's 26
September 1981 Melody Maker article about the in Iceland. --Ed.]
[* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in where MES hung out
in Iceland. --ed.]
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