Luyện nghe bài hát March Of Death

I was born the voice of a riot, a storm
the function, the form
Far the norm, I won't follow like cattle
I'm more the catalyst,
calm in the mix of
Who let the cowboy on the
He don't a missile from a gavel
Para terror flippin' loops of death upon innocent flesh
But i'm back in the my foes and friends
with a and a pen
a line I won't tow or defend
instead I curse at men
in suits of who act like animals
This man child, and wild
Who's gonna this beast back on the leash?
This fuhrer, for sure a
con who serve a
lethal needle to the poor, the cure for is murder?
Well I was born with the of a riot, a storm
Lightening the function, the
Far from the norm, I follow like cattle
I'm like the catalyst,
calm in the mix of
Who let the on the saddle?
He don't know a from a gavel

on the
on the left, left, right,
on the
on the left, left, right, left (but it's just a of death)
on the
on the left, left,

I the news today
oh boy
a shot of a midnight ploy
Vexed and
devoured my hours I'm
with no
'Cause a scream now the sky
under another driveby
A lie is a lie this God is an
or a condor for war more
Islam peace, Islam stare my eye brother
off our knees
To beef now we feed disease
interlocked our hands seas
What is a flag is a rag but a shroud out
outside my window is a crowd
'Cause a cowering child just her last breath
one in the march of death

on the
on the left, left, right,
on the
on the left, left, right, left (but it's just a of death)
on the
on the left, left, right,
on the
on the left, left,

here it comes the of terror from above
he flex his Texas twisted
the poor lined up to in desert slums
for oil that beneath the desert sun
now we flame to flip this game
all the are taking aim
all targets are aim
the targets are taking aim