Luyện nghe bài hát Snake Bite

(Mad Child & Jones) (Chorus x2)
We want you, to take a good at what we do
Not the type that you can see through
Cause you never know we might do, uh huh uh huh

(Prevail)
I see the orbits, of time warps and forests
Of darkness before us, orbits gray
From I bring out of my medical tray, perpetuate
wondering the alphabet is the predator and the prey
Don't let em away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the boy's room
in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum
The warship I dock, is a property of his
It's awkward when we talk morbid conditions
Vividly described, from this of the lie detector
Cypher nectar, from the bloss of toxins, approach with caution
Blow flames in like they dance on the oxygen
Lost again in space, us to demonstrate, how it all generates
Promoters to engines, machineguns to hand grenades of vengeance
(Swollen Members, Battleaxe Records) I have the only gift
That is the kind without having to speak too
I'm confident my crew can keep them out when I'm (Looking in eyes)

(Mad Child)
Monarch and the anarchist, I smoke nicotine he cannabis
And sip on Bombay sapphire, I drink Jack
He things through I begat, mediocrity's not possible
Opposite's attract, ACDC Back in Black
Agatha Christie named Christine
Hard to deal with when you still feel fifteen
Combat tarantula, this approach is soft but deadly
Come in low slow but you gently
We monsters in concert, the sharpest flyin' in on magic carpets
Try to offend end up in
I'm oftenly wrong, you can tell I'm off when (I'm in your eyes)

(Mad & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x2)

(Prevail)
The dagger gala all invited, mouth of a black hole
Poseidon could dive in, and die from the cut, raisin' it up
As if we're not amazin' enough, on the braggart
Time to push forward, more the better heart line beats jagged
Electric green, pesticide muster gas and mustard
what it must've been

(Mad Child)
We like muscle cars, not bar stars, no sling
We swing at the hard bar,
Used to sleep on cardboard tell your that it ain't no hoax
I'm (Lookin' in your eyes)

(Mad Child & Jones) (Chorus x4)