Luyện nghe bài hát Marching Through The Fog

I'll get the bars in, Devlin, I'm marchin'
a soldier serving in Iraq is
Now watch me targets
You should have to anticipate carnage

Your sticks like an arm pit
I've got bars harder Arnolds arm is
And no man has red at me yet
So I'd say I'm here to like a scar is

I ain't immigrating, I'm
And and debating
Just what I'm to be taking
I ain't faking, so be mistaken

Like gone soft for the ratings
I'll you up to the top
Of the derelict block
And then you over the railings
And the motive was hatred

Has gone soft
Does think he's bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All your makes me mad

But the don't stop
So alarms are off
'Cause with the bars I'm a lot
been as dark as dark has got
And now I'm through the fog

Tarantula, creep all over the
Gargantuan and get my feet
I'll stamp on ya, I ramp on ya
The like a letter
And I just took my honor

And if ain't served
I'll back 9 stella's and stamp on her
And sip on a can I'm drowning her
While I'm pinning her as I strangle her
I'm the white man handler

this very day been around here
If I was then I weren't like the sound of ya
You get I get a bit rowdier
Still you won't let them throw back a at ya

Don't place me in a box you
If there's one I'm not it's fucking rectangular

Has Devlin gone
Does Devlin think bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All your makes me mad

But the drama stop
So are ringing off
'Cause with the I'm still a lot
I've as dark as dark has got
And now I'm through the fog

I'm through the fog
dark and I've been lost
But with the bars I'm the boss
And now I'm back I belong

I'm marching the fog
It's dark and been lost
But with the I'm still the boss
Keep on through the fog

Devlin, I'm back and I'm then nails
I was raised in a place, so
With my mates in my pals
Wetting up papers on the

But now I shoot bars from the
Keep marching them in or keep marching out
barge you around like a bully in a playground
If you ain't ready for the regime down
I'm going for the whole UK now

I'm harder granite large I'm titanic
In-fact make your panic
Like a acting erratic
With bombs in the basement and straps in the

A confrontation would to be tragic
Like the coppers, he met Harry Roberts
Let him it

Has Devlin gone
Devlin think he's bad
Nah, he thinks at the top
All your makes me mad
But the drama don't

So alarms are off
with the bars I'm still a lot
I've been as as dark has got
And now I'm marching the fog

I'm marching the fog
It's and I've been lost
But the bars I'm still the boss
And now I'm back where I

I'm through the fog
It's and I've been lost
But with the I'm still the boss
Keep on through the fog