Luyện nghe bài hát March of Death

(Rock and music is the main weapon)
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Alright, this
I was born with the of a riot, a storm
the function, the form,
Far from the norm I wont like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
Calm in the mix of
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he don't know a missile a gavel,
Para terror troopin flippin loops of upon innocent flesh, but I'm,
Back in the my foes and friends with a verse 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 like
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 the cure 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 I'm more like a catalyst
Calm in the mix of
Who let the cowboy on a saddle, he know 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,
a little left, about 170)

I read the today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight ploy
vexed and powerless, by hours, I'm motionless with 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 condor of war, and more
Islam peace, Islam stare into my brother please off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands across
A flag is a rag is a shroud out loud, outside, a crowd
A cowering child just took 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, left
On the Left, Uhh, On the Left, left,

Here it comes the sound of 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 flip this game
All the are taking aim
All targets are aim
We're the are taking aim