Luyện nghe bài hát Metronomes

And every face is burnt,
and a mask of withered flesh.
And hands have turned to rifles now,
and kill everything and anything that they touch.

So watch the swaying in the breeze,
beat to the butchery.

And every subway wrecked,
it down and off.
And men in a panic:
"Here they come! they come!"
And they power killing love.

So the bat,
a death camp.
Keeping to the butchery.

So children come the skyscrapers
and the alive,
Come clean you.
And the metronome clicks new,
and the clicks over our skulls.

And every single pane is smashed,
and every cop is broken glass.
Here's a where the soldiers came,
to up all that they could take.

So another bottle,
pull pin.
up the sky in a butchery.

So children burn the skyscrapers
and the alive,
Come clean you.
And the metronome clicks new,
and the clicks over our skulls.