Luyện nghe bài hát My Name Is Ozymandias

With a and a nod look, we're all giving favors
There's four pale pinked boys in an hand
Examples must be made, discipline must be
all a little mad here what a joy it is to kill

Kill all my hunger in three minutes and thirty
Kill all my in three minutes and thirty seconds
at the top of the world, we're all just the bottom line

Someone's been shook
stage center at the shit-grin parade
Beware, beware, of an aging pack of men
Who think cats, wow

And it ain't be of the future
A pox on phony kings
And all night you slumber
You'll dream of sheep

all my hunger in three minutes and thirty seconds
Kill all my hunger in three minutes and seconds
'Cause at the top of the world, we're all the bottom line

For we may at the hands we must shake
Our bodies for the aches to escape
In the filth accept is the filth
I'm dragging my through

For we may perish at the hands we must
Our bodies for the aches to escape
In the filth they'll accept is the
I'm dragging my belly

we're being drowned out in our own fucking sound
Now the teenage has opinions
And I get respect 'cause I'm not at the bar
And the brigade has opinions

When I'm weak it is and they're all capping me
their cold metal clutch on us tightly
And I get respect 'cause I'm not at the bar
And the teenage brigade has

So get hip to with youth
At the of a rabbit's hole

Do we all like this
Do we all like this