Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

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

came 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 beside

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

But then timely, the arrived
Booze, drugs, food, 400 hundred mule-loads
Flattus Maximus, he did supply
And now the mighty brothers of did bind

They willed to journey and slay plan
Bring siege and to the cities of man
Open
Like was a womb, it tore

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

The world learned of the malaise
Black pope, usurper, he saw through the
plan their defense in the land of the wasted
Africa, bitter she'd tasted

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

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

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

The war barges, forecastles
the troops, formations forming
The low drone of the
Sounding out a call, then a

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

The is vast, steel carpets the terrain
Still they are forming, armored and
They send a captain, OJ by name
struck him in the brain

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

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

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

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

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

Jizmak smites, his hammer
Foreheads explode, entrails
Breaking open as well
Red blood flowing as souls speed to

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