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 like cattle I'm more like a catalyst
Calm in the mix of
Who let the on a saddle, he don't know a missile from a gavel,
Para terror troopin flippin loops of death 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 who act like animals
Man child, and wild,
Who gonna chain this beast back on the leash? Texas furor for sure-a, compasionless con who serve a,
needle 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 wont follow like cattle I'm like a catalyst
in the mix of battle
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 good, you might just move a little left,
just a little left, 170)

I read the news today, oh boy, a shot of a midnight ploy
vexed and powerless, by hours, I'm motionless with no rest
Cause a scream now holds the sky, under another drive-by
A lie is a lie is a God, an eagle is a condor of war, and more
Islam peace, Islam into my eyes brother please off our knees
to beef now we feed their disease, interlocked our hands seas
A flag is a rag is a shroud out loud, outside, a 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, 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 flex his twisted tounge
the poor lined up to kill in slums
for oil that boil beneath the sun
Now we flame flip this game
All the targets are aim
All targets are aim
We're the targets are aim