Luyện nghe bài hát Reptar, King Of The Ozone

Bring it to your lips and experience the sulfur everything that we've created.
Don't twist around.
Don't attempt to what we know is wrong.
Tendons are torn and screams are into a poisoned, mathematic atmosphere.
We're composing our funeral songs, note(note!) by note.
this I declare that tomorrow is an allusion.
What if the clouds are of mistakes,
by the factories of our foolishness?
We're composing our funeral songs, note (note!) by note. by note!
me wrong x3