Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

In the of GWAR, much torment remains
Despite of the hacked in twain
So many had died in the viscous
That their alone made a fine mountain

The master was no GWAR's sovereign
Of wealth and women, they had to gain
What goal was left for them to
So Oderus did call for

First Balsac, his council was wise
His war-ax gleamed, he was a loyal
40 dancing bears, he did provide
First in prowess, he stood his lord

Beefcake, the mighty, his ass was
Brought 80 oxen, he was a good ally
Da Gusha, his legion was described
For many hours he barked at the

But timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs, food, 400 mule-loads high
Flattus Maximus, this he did
And now the mighty brothers of GWAR did

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

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

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

Ensign of industry, let it be
There the of the black pope was placed
His legions, through the they raced
Chariots they rode, their skulls iron-plated

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

To the reign of black pope unabated
The people at home got a version
Here the invaded
Began the

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

A nuclear salvo where GWAR was
Within a 10 legions were toasting
Balsac said, "Did you something?"
The was not boasting

The enemy is vast, steel the terrain
they are forming, armored and trained
They send forth a captain, OJ by
Flattus struck him in the

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

Balsac is angry, he'll no more
He hurls his ax with great
To smite Regis terrible force
His shield breaks, his hauberk

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

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

Piling up the of those that he slew
Until it was hard to tell if the grew
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 speed to

Oderus the black pope, exposing the brain
The blade continued through and membrane
Bright blood in the grass where he was lain
Here ends tale, that much is plain