Luyện nghe bài hát Iceland

A plate object was fired
And I did not feel for my
Hated even the of myself
Not a of ill-health
It was fear of weakness deep in of myself
The fact was out of...
[Mounting generations]
[Dumb emulations]
To be humbled in
of legend, sing of destruction
Witness the last of the
Hear about Megas *
Cast the runes against your own
There is not more time to go
Work hours for the good of the soul
And be in Iceland
Sit in the gold
Fall flat in the Cafe Iol*
Without a glance the clientele
Your black as well,
Hair as hell
Cast the runes against your own
up for the underpants show
And be humbled in
And the of the volcano
Is thick and
Like the around it.
See a green redhead, redhead
a grab for the book of prayers.
Do anything for a bit of
Get in Iceland
the goddamn fuck is it?
That played the pipes of
A Memorex for the
That this rough text
And the runes against the self-soul
And humbles in
[* Megas Jonsson is to be "the father of Icelandic
rock'n'roll"; he "ridiculed the Sagas of [Iceland], wrote
scathing,
surreal lyrics, got heavily into and drugs, was barred from radio
and shunned by society. In 1979 he a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't in
public since he's now a dock worker." -- from Irwin's 26
September 1981 Melody article about the Fall in Iceland. --Ed.]
[* Cafe Iol is a famous meeting spot in where MES hung out
in Iceland. --ed.]
[* Paintwork]