Luyện nghe bài hát March of Death

(Rock and Roll music is the weapon)
Check... 1, 2
Alright, this
I was born with the voice of a riot, a
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,
terror troopin flippin loops of death upon innocent flesh, but I'm,
Back in the cipher my foes and friends with a verse and a pen against a I won't toe or defend,
Instead I curse at the murderous men, in suits of who act like animals
Man child, and wild,
Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash? This Texas furor for sure-a, compasionless con who a,
lethal to the poor the cure for, crime, is murder?
Well, I was born, voice of a riot, a
the function, the form,
Far from the norm I follow like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
in the mix of battle
Who let the on a saddle, he don't 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 lookin' good, you just move a little left,
just a little left, 170)

I read the news today, oh boy, a snap shot of a midnight
and powerless, devoured by hours, I'm motionless with no rest
Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another high-tech
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 off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our across seas
A flag is a rag is a shroud out loud, outside, a faceless
A cowering child just took their last breath, one 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 the sound of terror from above
he flex his Texas tounge
the poor lined up to in desert slums
for oil that boil beneath the sun
Now we spit flip this game
All the are taking aim
All targets are aim
the targets are taking aim