Luyện nghe bài hát March of Death

(Rock and Roll is the main 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 like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
in the mix of battle
Who let the on a saddle, he don't know 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 with a and a pen against a line I won't toe or defend,
Instead I curse at the murderous men, in suits of professionals who act animals
Man child, and wild,
Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash? This Texas for sure-a, compasionless con who serve a,
lethal needle to the poor the cure for, crime, is
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 a catalyst
in the mix of battle
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he know a missle from a gavel

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

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

I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight
vexed and powerless, devoured by hours, I'm motionless no rest
Cause a 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, stare into my eyes brother please off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, our hands across seas
A flag is a rag is a out loud, outside, a faceless crowd
A cowering child just took their breath, one snare in the march of death.

Uhh, on
Get up

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

Here it the sound of terror from above
he his Texas twisted tounge
the poor lined up to in desert slums
for oil boil beneath the desert sun
Now we spit flame flip game
All the targets are aim
All are taking aim
We're the are taking aim