Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

In the keep of GWAR, torment remains
Despite of the hacked in twain
So had died in the viscous campaign
That their femurs alone made a mountain

The master was no longer GWAR's
Of and women, they had none to gain
What goal was for them to attain
So Oderus did for conclave

First Balsac, his council was wise
His gleamed, he was a loyal knight
Plus 40 dancing bears, he did
First in prowess, he stood his lord

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

But then timely, the catering
Booze, drugs, food, 400 hundred mule-loads
Maximus, this he did supply
And now the brothers of GWAR did bind

willed to journey and slay without plan
Bring and terror to the cities of man
Open
hell was a womb, it tore

And the womb the creatures poured
Troll, goblin,
Siege machine and whore
There will be battle like before

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

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

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

To continue the reign of black pope
The at home got a version G-rated
Here the GWAR
the violation

The war barges, forecastles
Disgorging the troops, forming
The low of the horning
Sounding out a call, a warning

A nuclear where GWAR was encroaching
Within a second 10 were toasting
said, "Did you feel something?"
The was not boasting

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

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

is angry, he'll have no more
He his ax with great effort
To smite with terrible force
His shield breaks, his unsews

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

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

Piling up the of those that he slew
Until it was hard to if the pile grew
Balsac said, "He is a lord"
beefcake, "Yes, it's true"

Jizmak smites, his whirls
explode, entrails twirl
Breaking brain-pans as well
Red flowing as souls speed to hell

Oderus smites the pope, exposing the brain
The continued through meat and membrane
Bright blood flowed in the grass he was lain
Here this tale, that much is plain