Luyện nghe bài hát March of Death

(Rock and Roll music is the weapon)
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I was born with the of a riot, a storm
the function, the form,
Far from the I wont follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
Calm in the mix of
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he know a missile from a gavel,
Para terror troopin flippin of death upon innocent flesh, but I'm,
Back in the cipher my foes and friends with a verse and a pen a line I won't toe or defend,
Instead I curse at the murderous men, in suits of professionals who act like
Man child, and wild,
Who gonna chain this back on the leash? This Texas furor 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
Calm in the mix of
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't know a missle from a

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

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

I read the news today, oh boy, a snap of a midnight ploy
vexed and powerless, devoured by hours, I'm motionless no rest
Cause a scream now the sky, under another high-tech drive-by
A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a of war, and nothing more
peace, Islam stare into my eyes brother please off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across
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, left
On the Left, On the Left,left, right
On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left,

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