Luyện nghe bài hát Metronomes

And soldier's face is burnt,
and a mask of withered flesh.
And their have turned to rifles now,
and they kill everything and anything they touch.

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

And every station's wrecked,
it down and off.
And business men in a
"Here they come! Here come!"
And they collect power love.

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

So children come burn the
and the alive,
clean within you.
And the metronome like new,
and the metronome clicks our skulls.

And every window pane is smashed,
and cop is smiling broken glass.
Here's a place where the came,
to rake up all they could take.

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

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