Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

In the keep of GWAR, much torment
Despite of the bodies hacked in
So many had died in the viscous
That femurs alone made a fine mountain

The master was no longer GWAR's
Of wealth and women, had none to gain
What goal was left for to attain
So Oderus did call for

First came Balsac, his council was
His gleamed, he was a loyal knight
Plus 40 bears, he did provide
First in prowess, he stood his beside

Beefcake, the mighty, his ass was
80 laden oxen, he was a good ally
Jizmak Da Gusha, his was described
For many he barked at the tribe

But timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs, food, 400 hundred high
Flattus Maximus, he did supply
And now the brothers of GWAR did bind

They willed to journey and without plan
Bring and terror to the cities of man
Oberammergau
Like was a womb, it tore

And from the womb the creatures
Troll, goblin,
Siege machine and whore
There will be battle never before

The world learned of the malaise
pope, usurper, he saw through the veil
They their defense in the land of the wasted
Africa, bitter fruit tasted

Ensign of industry, let it be
the camp of the black pope was placed
His legions, the valleys they raced
Chariots they rode, their skulls were

Belching fire, freshly
8000 battalions of knights sainted
But before fought, they were vaccinated
To protect them from the AIDS had been created

To continue the reign of black unabated
The people at home got a G-rated
the GWAR invaded
Began the

The war barges, forecastles
Disgorging the troops, formations
The low drone of the
Sounding out a call, a warning

A nuclear salvo where was encroaching
Within a second 10 legions toasting
Balsac said, "Did you something?"
The lord was not

The is vast, steel carpets the terrain
Still they are forming, and trained
send forth a captain, OJ by name
Flattus struck him in the

Burst the helmet, two parts of the mind
Chopped through his gorget, through chest into
And so, OJ's blood flows like
said, "So ends a cowards time"

Balsac is angry, have no more
He hurls his ax with effort
To smite Regis with force
His breaks, his hauberk unsews

The ax through the chest and torso
Bright blood spurts, are loosed by the throw
And with that ax the soul from body
Jizmak, "That was a heavy blow"

Beefcake, the mighty, with spew
His sword falls, burst in two
Eyes from sockets, he is not through
Thousands of warriors, he does to

Piling up the corpses of those he slew
Until it was hard to tell if the pile
said, "He is a princely lord"
Said beefcake, "Yes, true"

smites, his hammer whirls
Foreheads explode, twirl
Breaking brain-pans as well
Red blood flowing as souls to hell

Oderus smites the black pope, the brain
The blade continued meat and membrane
Bright blood flowed in the grass where he was
ends this tale, that much is plain