Luyện nghe bài hát The Marshals Are Dead

Attention,
Fashion victims,
Blood sport, cop
Don't art, don't trust culture

Cancel your thoughts out
Milk it and strain it to
(Forever)
An insult dilates forever
(Forever)

Passing from history that's from arrangements
Of cordons and tannoys in
(Forever)
cancel forever
(Forever)

A curse on your
run with your sons' blood
No for extenuation
All the are dead, dead, dead, dead

your thoughts out forever
Milk it and strain it to
(Forever)
An insult that forever
(Forever)

Passing from history that's made from
Of cordons and in symmetry
(Forever)
That forever
(Oh, forever)

Spring breaks in ranks and in
A that grows us
But cannot us