Luyện nghe bài hát The Reaganator

Deep beneath the of the skill house
Where the bones of are hidden in walls
The shin of Salidin, a goblet made Blackbeard's chin
The prick of Christ, ball

The body of Reagan there enshrined
as steel and flesh are entwined
Peering through the necro-scope, the Spypriest
The soul of Reagen is found through it's
Spirit-racked, tormented, un-dead and
The will of Reagan drives your nation's latest

Bristling with pods, Gatling guns and cannon
The in technology to slay the foes of Mammon
The and the U.S.A.
kill anything that gets in our way
We're country, so you have to die, that's why

So went to Cuba, locked on to ole' Fidel
Put a missile through his window, up the place he'd left in hell
After that he thought he might just take on the world
And a bloody pothole where the stars and bars could be unfurled

But there was one that was in the design
It was so bad that he had to
The Reaganator fossil fuel, some people never learn
And for this lack of vision your country fucking burn
You see the Reaganator lying on his ass?
Quite he ran out of gas