Luyện nghe bài hát Swinging Swords

These rhythms deface me
Hot stimulate me
help but swing it boy
Swing it swing
Don't stop the beat
Slapped this brat
Come on me boys
Swing it brother

<9th chorus>

up, let's take 'em to war, son
Show 'em how it should be
real god
Yeah,
the brain cells
Check it, it

prince>

Yo killarmy bounty
Industry kid
Shells up your liver
Dead corp the rivers
style is superior from shaolin to nigeria
Stalking the monitor
With the for dynamical fessor (? )
Lyrical kid in
Nat turner was my ancestor
I capture mind put in isolation
Control the soul
Victims became mechanical again
Read the east historian
As you this
Your walking dead soldiers get close to this
I be splitting shit like
Then celebrate guns 'n roses
I soundtracks into startracks
My tongue is to an axe
I used to be caught up in the of mad max
Now come against the consequence of the 9th
I sit my throne and chop off domes
send them home to your peoples
So can sew 'em

half>

What, what, one
on, swing it
Bring it,
Killarm, yeah, it
The gonna bring it
Real,