Luyện nghe bài hát March of Death

(Rock and Roll music is the weapon)
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Alright, this
I was born the voice of a riot, a storm
the function, the form,
Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more a catalyst
Calm in the mix of
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't a missile from a gavel,
Para terror troopin flippin loops of upon innocent flesh, but I'm,
Back in the cipher my foes and friends a verse and a pen against a line I won't toe or defend,
Instead I curse at the men, in suits of professionals who act like animals
Man child, and wild,
Who gonna chain this beast on the leash? This Texas furor for sure-a, compasionless con who serve a,
lethal needle to the poor the for, crime, is murder?
Well, I was born, voice of a riot, a
the function, the form,
Far from the norm I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a
Calm in the mix of
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't a missle from a gavel

On the Left, On the Left,left, left
On the Left, On the Left,left, right
On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left,

(OK, you're lookin' good, you might just a little left,
just a little left, 170)

I read the today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy
vexed and powerless, devoured by hours, I'm motionless no rest
a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech drive-by
A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a condor of war, and more
Islam peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our
to beef now we their disease, interlocked our hands across seas
A flag is a rag is a out loud, outside, a faceless crowd
A cowering child just their last breath, one snare in the march of death.

Uhh, on
Get up

On the Left, On the Left,left, left
On the Left, On the Left,left, right
On the Left, On the Left,left, right
On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left,

Here it the sound of terror from above
he flex his Texas twisted
the poor lined up to kill in desert
for oil boil beneath the desert sun
Now we spit flip this game
All the targets are aim
All targets are aim
the targets are taking aim