Luyện nghe bài hát The Conqueror

He climbs the looking glass
And at anything he hates
He to you, "Hey, look out son
There's a gun pointing at your pretty face"

And the heads, are a rolling
'Cause the is on his way
And the justice day is
For the is on his way

Five hundred little
Are calling at hero's door
Yes, their hero is overtime
He's squirming on an empty

And the heads, are a rolling
the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is
For the is on his way

He's the castle on the hill
He's bought it just to knock it
The local power him down
They say he's an empty-headed clown

And the heads, are a rolling
the conqueror is on his way
And the justice day is
For the is on his way

He's busy building
To hide inside his grave
You there, can you some souls?
He's for some people to save

And the heads, they are a
'Cause the is on his way
And the justice day is
For the is on his way
And the words of are killing him
The is on his way

And the words of love lying on an empty floor
in a place where the conqueror lay