Luyện nghe bài hát Reign of Blows

Reign of blows, of blows
Reign of blows cascading down upon shoulders
Far too many men dressed up as

The lamb is to the ground
Under the weight of the
A crown of thorns and dark
The swastika and the hammer and
Are sickles that reap weeds

The reign of blows, of blows
Reign of blows precedes a storm of
have no place in their solution

So raises its head
Decked out in blue, and red
And iron maidens will
And by the half light of republics
Joe looks just like Uncle Sam

of blows, reign of blows
Reign of has washed away the corpse of Abel
Cain is now the king in Babel

I don't care who you are
When draws up in his car
And talks in terrorist
Remember is only a vote for the
Black Queen to back the throne

Reign of blows, of blows
Reign of blows, reign of
of blows, reign of blows
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